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About pipes and sinks (+18) - Reiner Braun

It's a hot summer day, and a hot plumber comes to get your sink fixed. No pun intended.

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rating: +18, MDNI

word count: 5,498

tags: reiner braun x reader, smut, fem!reader, afab!reader, modern AU

cw: PwithPlot, shameless smut, fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), PinV sex, safe sex, reiner braun has a big dick, size difference, size kink if you squint

notes: Tomorrow I have a job interview and I wrote this instead of preparing myself. :) What can I say? Reiner gets me inspired. What also inspired me it's the fact that I also have a damn sink in my home that doesn't stop leaking because my building is really old and the insurance company doesn't do anything (and it's really hot outside). Pretty self-indulgent fanfic. Anyways, hope you enjoy it. (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.  Also, the setting is inspired by how things work in my country, in case you find it weird.)

You barely register the doorbell over the hum of the fan that’s lazily pushing lukewarm air across the room. It’s hot outside, too hot. And it's no better inside your apartment. Or technically your mom’s, but she lets you pretend otherwise in the meantime. You’re spread out on the couch like you’re melting into it, the synthetic fabric sticking to the backs of your thighs. You have the lightest clothes you found in the closet, and yet, you’re still sweating, tank top clinging to your skin in all the wrong places, leaving little to the imagination. You didn’t even bother with a bra today, and your shorts… well, calling them "shorts" is generous.

The bell rings again.

With a groan, you peel yourself off the couch, brushing some stray hair off your face. You walk towards the door like your legs weigh a ton each, and when you reach it, you don’t even bother checking the peephole. It’s probably your mom anyway.  Maybe she forgot her keys again; she always does.

You open the door mid-eye roll.

You freeze in your spot.

It’s a man.

He looks around your age. Tall and broad shoulders. One arm wrapped around a toolbox, the other hanging loosely by his side. He’s wearing a tight grey t-shirt, and you can’t help to notice how it clings to his chest and arm muscles in a way that should be illegal. His gaze lifts, and his eyes go a little wide the moment he sees you.

You feel it in the pit of your stomach before your brain catches up.

Oh.

Oh no .

Your hands instinctively pull your tank down as much as possible, which isn’t much. You try to subtly cross your arms over your chest without making it obvious, trying to cover the cleavage that just appeared from pulling your top down. You’re regretting your choice of not putting a bra on. Your cheeks burn. 

"Uh..." the man starts, voice deep and a little too hoarse. He tries hard not to stare, and instead fixes his gaze on something above your head. "Plumber. Your mom called about a leak?”

Of course she did. And she didn’t tell you!

You contemplate sending her a strongly worded text, cursing her.

“Right,”  you say, stepping aside so fast your shoulder brushes the door frame.. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It’s alright,” he mutters, gaze flicking to the ceiling, the floor, anywhere but directly at you. “Uh… should I take my shoes off, or…?”

“No, no, you’re good. The, uh… the pipe’s in the kitchen. Under the sink. It started dripping last night.”

You lead him down the hallway, hyper-aware of the way your shorts ride up with every step. You try not to glance over your shoulder, though you absolutely do.

He’s... very hot. Like, shouldn’t-be-allowed-to-do-manual-labor hot. He’s blonde, hair short and messy, and it lets you have a complete view of how face. Hazel eyes, sharp jaw, defined facial features. He towers over you and looks rather intimidating, but you can’t complain; that adds to the hotness. You don’t even realize you're staring until you see him set his toolbox on the counter and crouch low, shirt pulling tight across his back as he opens the cabinet under the sink.

You sit on the nearby stool and try not to combust.

Neither of you says much, and you just wait for him to finish. Every movement he makes draws your eye. The way he tightens a bolt. The way his forearm flexes. The low grunt he makes when something doesn’t budge. The fan hums uselessly in the background, but you’re not hot because of the weather anymore.

After what feels like forever, he leans back with a soft groan, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm. His shirt rides up with the motion, revealing a flash of his stomach. You feel your cheeks get even hotter and immediately snap your eyes away.

“The leak’s fixed for now,” he says, standing. His voice is softer than before. His eyes flick to yours and then move away. He rubs the back of his neck. “But, uh… I think it might be an issue with the building’s plumbing system. I’d recommend checking it again in a couple of days. Just to be safe.”

“Okay,” you nod, trying not to look too eager (or too flustered). “I’ll tell my mom.”

You both take your time before heading to the entryway, you walking ahead, he trailing just a bit behind. At the door, he doesn’t open it right away. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, toolbox in hand, and he looks at your face like he’s about to say something. You hold your breath, expecting. But he doesn't say anything.

“I’ll be going now,” he says, clearing his throat.

“Right. Uh, thanks for coming.”

“Yeah. No problem.” He hesitates, then adds, “See you.”

You open the door for him. “Bye.”

It closes behind him with a soft click. You lean against it, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“God,” you whisper to yourself. Your body feels like it’s still holding the heat of his presence. 

You groan and press your palms to your face.

Mom is so dead.

—

It’s been two days since the first visit, and you’re still thinking about it.

You’re not trying to. But it happens anyway. You don’t usually come face-to-face with someone who looks like they walked out of a booktok romance novel, and you can’t help your hormones trying to play tricks on you. You feel bad for fantasizing about a stranger. Hell, you don’t even know his name! But little flashes of memory flood your brain: the way his deep voice sounded, the focused look in his face while he worked,  the way his shirt clung to his back when he bent down–

“Sweetie, can you be home around noon? I had to call the plumber again,” your mom says from the hallway, one arm already grabbing her bag. “That pipe’s still acting up. And I just got called for a midday turn.”

Your spoon froze halfway to your mouth. “Wait - the same plumber?”

“I think so. Reiner, right?”

You repeat it in your head a few times.

It fits him.

“Yes!” you answer a little too fast, nearly choking on your cereal. “Okay! Yeah, I can be home.”

This time, you prepare.

 You swap the booty shorts for a pleated, high-waisted skirt in a light color, and pair it with a cropped tee in a fabric thin enough to breathe, but thick enough to not flash anyone. You put your hair up with a clip, trying to look casual. It’s effortless. Or… it looks like it.

You’ve only changed three times and spent only 40 minutes washing your hair. That’s restraint.

When the doorbell rings at 12:07, you’re already by the door. You smooth your skirt one more time, look if your hair is tidy enough in the mirror, and open it.

Reiner’s there. Same gray t-shirt. Same toolbox. Same serious expression. But when his eyes land on you, his expression changes. His eyes soften, and the corners of his mouth tug up into the ghost of a smile.

“Hey,” he says.

You smile back, more confident than the last time. “Hi.”

The air between you still carries that trace of awkwardness, but it feels… different now.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, gaze flicking down the hall, “your mom said about the pipe is still leaking?”

You nod. “Yeah. She’s not home again, but I can show you.” You try not to sound too excited about being alone with him again. You fail.

As you lead him to the kitchen, you notice he follows a little closer this time. And just before you reach the sink, he asks:

“What’s your name, by the way?”

You turn your head over your shoulder. “Oh, right. We didn’t even introduce ourselves last time.”

You give him your name, and he repeats it back under his breath. You can’t tell if he’s committing it to memory or just savoring the way it sounds. Either way, it sends a quiet rush of heat up your neck.

“That’s pretty,” he says.

Your mouth opens, then closes. “Thanks,” you manage, voice small.

“I’m Reiner,” he adds.

“I know,” you reply, then immediately cringe. “I mean- my mom told me.”

He lets out a short laugh. You’re sure he can tell you’re nervous, but he doesn’t comment on it.

Instead, he sets the toolbox down with care, crouching beside the sink. He doesn’t move right away. His hand hovers near the cabinet handle like he’s waiting for something. Or maybe hoping you’ll say something first. So you gather whatever courage you can find and perch on the stool across from him, folding your hands in your lap to keep them from fidgeting.

“So… how come you’re so young and already doing this kind of work?”

He glances up, eyes meeting yours. “Thanks for saying I’m young,” he says, smiling. “People always think I’m older than I am.”

He shifts his weight, leaning against one knee. “It’s a family business. My uncle owns the company. I started helping out in high school, and then I just… stuck with it.”

You hum, eyes flicking to the tools spread out around him. You’re not sure what else to say, but you’re not ready for the conversation to end.

“And… do you get a lot of pipe emergencies in this building?”

“Not usually,” he answers, gaze softening each time he meets your face. “But I don’t mind coming back.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile like an idiot. It doesn’t work, though.

Eventually, he crouches back down and gets to work. You stay in your usual spot and try to keep things casual. You crack a few jokes. You don’t know where the sudden boldness comes from, but maybe it's easier when he’s not looking right at you. He says he’s never encountered such a problematic sink before. You tell him it is clearly cursed, and maybe it’s haunted. He reciprocates, not missing a beat, “ If it starts talking to you, call someone else .”

You snort, loud enough that you immediately cover your mouth. He looks back from the sink and grins tenderly at you. Something flutters inside your chest. Not just because you’re able to joke with your hot plumber , but also because you’re making a connection with him. And he’s not just good to look at – he’s funny, kind, and patient.

He finishes adjusting the last bit of piping, runs the tap, checks the drainage, and stands up again, brushing his hands on a rag tucked into his back pocket.

“It’s not you guys,” he says. “It’s definitely the building. The piping system’s old and probably hasn’t been updated since… ever.”

You wince. “So we need to call our insurance?”

“Yeah. Or talk to the building association. Maybe both.”

“Ugh. Adult things,” you sigh dramatically

He lets out a low chuckle. “Yeah. It sucks.”

The two of you walk back to the entryway together, your shoulders brushing as you stop by the door. You want to say something. Something cool. Something casual. Like, we should hang out sometime when you're not covered in sink water. Ask for his number, maybe just his Instagram. But it seems all that boldness from earlier is gone. So, you just smile at him and twist the hem of your shirt with your fingers, already mentally resigning this to being a stupid little summer crush you’ll laugh about someday.

You glance up at him. He’s already grabbing the handle. He hesitates for a second before stepping out. And you already know what’s coming. Or rather, what isn’t.  All your fantasies crumble into pieces. You’ll probably cry to your friends in a few months. Remember that hot plumber? Yeah, never saw him again.

But, while you’re mentally grieving something that didn’t even start, he turns back around.

His brows pull together, like he’s debating something. Then, with a scratch to the back of his neck and a too-casual shrug, he says, “Hey. Uh… do you have a boyfriend?”

Your heart does a backflip.

“No,” you answer too fast for your liking.

He nods, trying not to look too relieved. “Cool. Uh… can I have your Instagram?”

You don’t even speak. You just reach for your phone from the piece of furniture by the door, nearly dropping it in your rush to unlock the screen. You hand it to him with shaking fingers. He huffs a quiet laugh and pulls out his phone, typing your username into the notes app. You catch a glimpse of his lock screen. A dog.

Of course he has a dog.

“I really enjoyed talking to you,” he says, already stepping backward down the hall.

You laugh, cheeks hot. “Same.”

“Bye,” he says your name as he says goodbye. It sounds beautiful coming from his lips.

“Bye, Reiner.”

You close the door. You stand there for a full five seconds, frozen. And then, you jump. Not even on purpose. Your whole body just lifts a little with the joy inside you. You cover your mouth with your hands like you’re afraid someone might hear you being this happy.

Your sink is still broken, insurance probably won’t help, it's still burning hot outside… But at least, Reiner asked you for your Instagram. 

Maybe this summer crush isn’t so stupid after all.

—

That same evening, you’re lying on your bed, scrolling aimlessly, still half-warm from the heat that still clings to the apartment. Your phone buzzes.

🔔 @/reinerbraun has sent you a follow request.

You sit up so fast that the sheet tangles around your ankles. Your heart skips, and you tap the notification without thinking. You almost dropped your phone in the process. Again. You really need to start being more careful with your belongings. You hit accept immediately, then you tap on his profile. For someone who looked straight out of a magazine, his Instagram is… normal. It kind of comforts you. He has roughly a thousand followers. Most of his feed is snapshots of daily life: photos at family gatherings, someone’s birthday with a cake held off-center, a selfie with a brunette kid (probably a nephew, maybe a cousin)... He has a few gym pics, grainy mirror selfies… And then the dog. You recognize her from his lockscreen. Big, golden, floppy-eared. She reminds you of him.

You’ve been lurking for almost an hour – zooming in, reading old captions, stalking his friends’ profiles without shame – when another notification flashes across your screen.

📩 @/reinerbraun replied to your story highlight: “Cute ☺️”

Your stomach flips. You forgot that story was even pinned. It’s a selfie of you holding your cat from months ago, blurry and badly liy, your face half-hidden behind fur.

You quickly reply: “omg i forgot that was even there haha. thanks 😳”

A moment later, he responds: “How’s the sink situation btw?”

You grin and sink into your sheets, already typing.

“we still haven’t call insurance, but they’ll ignore us anyway”

You keep texting for a while. It’s easier over text (probably because you don’t have to look directly at his face…). At some point, you ask about his dog, and he sends you a photo of her sleeping next to him. You send one of your cat in retaliation, accompanied by a text that says “ enemy spotted ”. He reacts with a laughing emoji. Sends a meme. You trade voice notes. You enjoy talking to him. He’s funny, and sweet, too.

You don’t want it to end.

But after a while, it does. Your last message – something dumb and kind of flirty, something you wouldn't even know how to respond to if roles were reversed – sits there. Sent. You check again. He’s not online anymore. You stare at the screen longer than you want to admit. You try to brush it off. He’s probably busy , you tell yourself, but still, the ache in your chest lingers. You put your phone face down on your nightstand and roll onto your side, pulling the blanket up even though it’s too hot. 

He was probably just being polite. Just small talk. Still, when you close your eyes, your chest aches a little.

And you don’t have good dreams that night.

The next morning, the sun pulls you out of sleep early. You wake up sticky, already reaching for your phone with half-lidded eyes.

One notification:

(@/reinerbraun) “Sorry, had to run out last night. Something came up. Wasn’t trying to ghost you.”

You read it three times, relief warming you again. But then you notice he hasn’t responded to what you said or follow up the conversation. Still, you type back: “no worries! ^^”

He doesn’t answer. Not that hour. Not that day.

At first, you check your phone constantly. Refresh the chat like something might change if you just stare hard enough. Then, gradually, you stop checking. 

The first few days are the worst. You’re sad and feel like crying. But being frank, that’s on you for getting your hopes up with a stranger.

You’ll end up forgetting him.

—

It’s been a few weeks.

Reiner fades into the background of your mind like a dream you end up forgetting throughout the day. You never unfollowed him. Never deleted the chat. But you're not sad anymore. You can’t afford to spend your whole summer mourning a near-miss. Earth continues spinning.

You continue living your life. One morning, your mom storms out of her room mid-call, muttering something under her breath.

“I swear, they do nothing. We’ve had leaks for weeks now,” she snaps, typing something on her phone. “I’m calling someone else. I’m done with this.”

And then she’s gone, shoes smacking down the hallway and keys jingling behind her. You’re used to this, so you don’t bother to ask. You go back to lounging on the couch, same spot as always, wearing a short beach dress that’s your lightest piece of clothing. It’s a hot summer Sunday, and all your friends have family gatherings, so you don’t have anything to do. You decide to spend your day scrolling through your phone. Your phone is already overheating on your chest when your eyelids start drooping. You fall asleep mid-scroll.

Ding-dong!

The ring of the doorbell pulls you out of your sleep.

Your body reacts before your brain catches up, legs swinging over the side of the couch as you get up. You’re still foggy, limbs heavy with sleep, and you move mechanically, without thinking much about what you’re doing. You open the door mid-yawn –

Oh.

Reiner.

He looks almost the same as the last time you saw him. His hair is a little longer, a little messier. There’s the faintest trace of facial hair, just a few days’ worth, like he shaved recently but didn’t bother to keep up with it. He’s wearing a different tee, but it fits the same way. And he’s also holding the same toolbox. You’ve forgotten this is exactly how you met him. You’ve forgotten him at all.

You blink, heart stammering in your chest. “…Hi.”

“Hey,” he says. Then lets out a small, awkward chuckle. “Deja vu?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “I, uh… wasn’t expecting you.”

“Your mom called this morning. Said it got worse.”

You nod. “Yeah. The kitchen is basically flooded.”

You both smile, but it doesn’t seem genuine. This time, there’s also tension in the air, but for different reasons than the first time. It makes you uncomfortable. You wait for him to say something, to apologize. But he just shifts and looks behind you. “Can I…?”

“Oh, yeah- come in,” you step aside and let him pass.

You feel the tension again. He doesn’t look back at you, doesn’t smile, doesn’t start polite small talk. He knows this isn’t just a normal encounter anymore. He sets the toolbox down by the counter, and you expect him to get to work immediately, so you debate whether you should just go somewhere else to make things less awkward. But instead of going straight to work, he looks at you..

“I wanted to say sorry,” he confesses. “About… not replying. I didn’t mean to ghost you.”

You don’t know what to say. So you just offer a half-shrug. “It’s fine. You didn’t owe me anything.”

“I know. But I still feel like I should’ve said something.” He exhales, scratching the back of his neck.   “I don’t use social media much. And I’ve been working a lot. Some personal things happened… Anyways, I’m really sorry.”

His voice falters at the end, so you put your sweetest smile on your face and nod sympathetically. “Seriously, Reiner. It’s okay. We only knew each other for, like, two days. It’s not like we were –”

“I was afraid I led you on,” he says, cutting you off. His voice is lower now. “I don’t want you to think I was just being polite. Because I wasn’t.”

You swallow. Your chest beats faster with each of his words. You meet his eyesand something in you stirs.

He looks down, like calculating his words, then lifts his eyes back to you. “I was really interested in you,” he continues. “I still am. I wanted to ask you out. That day. But I chickened out.”

Your chest fills so fast it aches. You can barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat, fluttering wild against your ribs in violent moves.

“So… I was wondering,” he adds, “if you wanted to go out sometime. To get to know each other. This time for real.”

A grin spreads across your face before you can stop it. A genuine one. You curl your fingers into the center of your palm, pressing your nails in gently to ground yourself and not jump out of excitement.

“I’d love that.” 

After that, he gets to work. You sit on your usual stool, but this time, you’re not paying attention. You barely register the sounds of tools clicking or the distant splash of water. Your brain is too occupied fantasizing about what you two could do once you go out. Somewhere between your tenth fantasy and the imagined sound of him saying your name again, he straightens. 

“That should do it for now,” he says, turning the faucet off with a final twist. “Leak’s sealed.”

You nod, blinking back into reality. He walks with you to the door, and like the last time, he lingers. “That was nice,” he murmurs.

You nod again, a little dazed. Your gaze is fixed on him, and you barely notice how close you’ve gotten. His scent surrounds you. He smells like sweat mixed with deodorant, but you like it. He smells manly. It stirs something inside you. Without noticing, you get closer. You don’t plan to kiss him. You just… do. You rise on your toes slowly, tilting your head as your eyes flick to his mouth. You close the space, nervous but sure. His eyes widen in surprise, and for one second, your stomach drops.

Shit. Did I just –

But then one of his hands is on your waist, the other gently cupping your cheek. He kisses you back.

His lips are surprisingly gentle and soft, a contradiction to everything else about him. You wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your chin just right to stay there, toes straining. It’s a chaste, innocent kiss, but you don’t want it to finish. Eventually, your calves start to ache. You lower yourself off your toes, and the kiss breaks. He has a faint pink color on his cheeks.

You smile, a little sheepish. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

He smiles back at you and grabs you, mouth crashing into yours again. This time, the kiss is messier and deeper. His tongue brushes your lips, and you open instinctively, letting him in. 

You whimper into his mouth, the sound muffled by the contact. His hands are everywhere – your waist, your back, your face. Yours slide into his hair, fingers tangling in the strands at the nape of his neck. He groans softly as you pull, and something about that sound goes straight into your core.

He pulls back, breathing hard. “I’m sorry if I’m going too fast…”

You shake your head, lips parted. “Don’t worry… I like it.”

You kiss him again. His hands slid up your thighs, lifting you like you weigh nothing. You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you, still kissing while he walks you through the apartment. He kicks open a door. Your room. Then closes it behind him. He tosses you gently onto the bed. You land with a bounce, blinking up at him as he stands there, breath heavy, muscles rising and falling beneath his tight shirt. 

And… then it hits you.

Your heart pounds against your ribs. What you think is happening, it’s happening. You’re obviously not a virgin, but the last time you had sex was months ago, before breaking up with your ex. You're also not used to hook-up culture, never done it in your life. Reiner notices, kneels beside you, and brushes your hair back.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

You bite your lip, then reach for his hand. “I want to,” you whisper. “I want you.”

And with that, he’s on you again.

This time, his kisses are hungrier.  He nips at your lips, sucks on your tongue, his hands gripping you everywhere. His body settles over you, one knee nudging between your legs until your thighs fall open. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck, down the line of your collarbone, dragging his tongue over your skin and savouring you. His hand slips under the hem of your dress, fingers brushing along your thigh. You arch up into him.

“You’re so soft…” he groans when his fingers touch your bare thigh.

His hands push the fabric up until the dress is bunched around your waist. His mouth moves to your stomach, your hip, kissing slowly like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. When his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, he pauses and looks up at you.

You nod.

He slides them down and stares at your bare cunt like a hungry man.

“You’re beautiful.”

You reach for his shirt and tug. He lifts his arms so you can pull it off, revealing everything you had only imagined: broad chest, toned muscles covered by a soft layer of fat, a soft trail of blonde hair disappearing into his jeans. You run your hands all over him, fingers tracing muscle and skin like you’re the one memorizing him now. He continues kissing down your body, now trailing soft kisses in your inner thighs until he meets your entrance. There, he press a soft kiss in your clit. You gasp, fingers flying to his hair. His tongue slides out and he starts licking. His mouth is hot, wet, his lips wrapping around your clit, and then his tongue dragging along your entrance. He hums low when you arch beneath him, and the sound sends sparks straight to your cunt. One of his hands grips your thigh. The other moves between your legs, fingers slicking through your folds before pressing inside, sliding one finger inside of you. Then another. You’re so wet, so you don’t put much pressure. He pumps them slow at first, then faster, curling them at just the right angle, matching the rhythm of his tongue. You’re panting now, your thighs trembling around his head. You feel your release building with each movement, with each flick of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers –

“Reiner -” you moan, feeling it.

Your body tenses, back arching off the bed as your orgasm hits hard and fast, your legs pressing around his head. He doesn’t stop, helping you through it. He groans against you and drinks every last drop of your juices. When you’re done, he sits up. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, lips soaked with your cum. He licks his lips with his eyes locked up with yours, and you almost faint.

You’re still catching your breath, legs still shaky from the aftershocks of release, when Reiner moves back up your body. He kisses you, and you taste your release in his mouth. His weight settles again over you, and you part your legs to welcome him.

Your fingers find the waistband of his jeans.

He starts unbuckling his belt, but then stops. “Wait, do you have a condom?”

You nod and reach over, opening the drawer of your nightstand. You’re grateful now that you didn’t throw them out. He takes one from your hand, kissing your knuckles as he pulls back. He strips, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one single motion.

His cock springs free, slapping lightly against his abdomen.

Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s big. Not only an above average size, but also thick. Veins run along his shaft, tip flushed and glistening. He’s more than you expected, more than you’ve ever had. Your thighs squeeze together instinctively. You’re not even sure how you’ll fit him.

He notices you staring and smirks.

“Like what you see?” He says as he tears the condom open and rolls it on with ease.

You can’t even respond.

He settles over you again, and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close. His hand reaches down to guide himself into your entrance. You feel the head of his cock slide trough your folds, and you moan with your lip between your teeth.

He pauses and looks up at you. He wants to see your face when he enters.

Then, he presses in.

You gasp, loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body stretches around him. It’s been a while since you last had sex, and he’s too big. It burns at first. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he groans, holding himself back.

“Fuck,” he hisses, forehead resting agaisnt yours. “You’re so tight.”

He doesn’t push all the way in yet. He shifts his thumb down your clit and starts rubbing slow, gentle circles. You exhale shakily, the pain easing into heat. Your walls relax, and he presses deeper. Both of you moan when he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. You feel so full.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice gentler now.

You shake your head, lips parted and eyes half-lidded. “No. Feels… amazing.”

He waits one more second. Then pulls back and starts to move. The pace builds fast, he doesn’t hold back anymore. His hips snap forward with force, and you cry out, your head falling back as he drives into you over and over. His cock hits deeper, deeper than anyone ever has, brushing your cervix with every thrust.

Stars explode behind your eyes.

He grabs your hips, shifting your angle, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot – that place inside you that makes you forget your own name. You moan, and he isn’t silent either. He grunts as he fucks into you, sweat beading at his temple, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead as he slams into you with brutal rhythm.

“You feel – fuck – you feel so good,” he groans.

His fingers find your clit again, rubbing in fast, messy circles, syncing with the snap of his hips.

“I’m gonna -” he gasps. “I’m gonna cum.”

You fall apart beneath him, crying out his name over and over. “Oh my god - ReinerReinerReiner -”

White-hot pleasure surges through you, stronger than before, your body spasming around him. He lets out a broken moan, thrusting deep one last time and staying there, pressed flush against you as he comes. You feel the twitch of his cock inside the condom, feel him holding himself together just before he collapses over you, trembling form the release.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of your breathing. His body is warm and heavy on top of you, but you’re too tired to notice the pressure of having a very heavy man above you. 

Eventually, he lifts his head and kisses your temple. He pulls out gently, careful with your oversensitive body, then slips off the condom and ties it before tossing it into the trash bin near your desk. He crawls back into the bed beside you and pulls you close. You curl into him, naked and flushed, cheek pressed to his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles over his ribs.

“I still want to take you on a date,” he says before kissing your hair.

You laugh like a flustered schoolgirl. “That’s fine by me.”

“How about we take a shower and go get something to eat?”

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crawl home ꔛ reiner braun x reader

a/n: spent way too long writing this bc i love reiner

words: 9.3k

cw: lowkey bff!jean, she/her pronouns and fem anatomy reader, soldier!reader, pre-timeskip friends/lovers, betrayal, forgiveness, reiner is pathetic, angsty, kinda serving friends to enemies to lovers, SMUT!!, oral (f!reader recieving), pinv sex, breeding, MDNI !!

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Reiner was taller now, even if it was hard to believe. Maybe not as tall as Bertholdt was, but taller. Not only that, but while he maintained some of the more prominent muscles in his figure, it was noticeable how much weight he had lost. His hair was slightly longer - maybe he didn't keep up with cutting it as much as before. But to be fair, the change wasn't necessarily drastic. Not like the amount of facial hair he let grow out, which was completely ridiculous but so on brand for him.

But what did you care?

Your gaze lingered on him a moment longer, practically having to force yourself to look away from the man you swore was dead to you. But he wasn't, was he? He was standing right there, talking to Connie and Jean like nothing happened. As if the night prior Jean didn't literally punch him. Did they all just forgive him suddenly? Traitors.

You sighed. Maybe you were being dramatic.

The only thing you wanted to hear now was the sound of the water swishing beneath the boat, maybe even a seagull. But it was like you couldn't drown out his voice. It hadn't changed. It was exactly as you'd remembered it being about four years ago. Though, back then you swore you'd found it charming.

Odiha. That's where you were going, what you were focusing on, in order to service the flying boat that would help you and your fellow scouts reach the Rumbling, you needed to reach Odiha. To stop Eren. So why was Reiner's presence bothering you so much?

Reiner was your best friend at one point. When you first joined the cadet corps, it was obvious you were nervous to anyone who took a second to look. And for that, most people didn't see you as a potential reliable comrade.

Most people.

Reiner liked you. He had once playfully claimed you made funny faces during sparring exercises and took you under his wing, seeing your potential. Back then, Reiner had a talent for making anyone feel seen. Even stubborn cadets like Annie seemed to at least tolerate him, maybe even respect him.

So how could you not fall in love with him?

It was ridiculous how quick it happened. You were sure there were other girls vying for his attention just like you were, but you swore Reiner gave you special treatment. It was stupid.

Reiner would see you entering the mess hall and instantly make sure there was a spot open at his table for you. Bertholdt had typically sat across from him, but most of the time there was a spot directly next to Reiner conveniently available just for you. He'd call you by your last name over to their table, always a smile on his face, always so damn sure of himself.

"Bread?" He had offered, causing you to shake your head with a nervous smile on your face. Nervous. Not nervous enough, apparently. But that didn't matter—not when Reiner was offering you bread, or to train after hours with you, or take you into Stohess one weekend when you mentioned wanting a change of scenery.

"I know you wanted that muffin," Reiner said regretfully as you walked away from the bakery stall at the food market. "Sorry I couldn't get it for you."

You shook your head, mouth full from the cookie he'd already got for you just ten minutes prior. "It's fine, really," you assured him, words slightly muffled from the pastry.

Reiner simply smiled at you, taking a bite of his own cookie.

When you returned to Trost that evening as the sun was just beginning to set, the teasing from your comrades was relentless.

"Woah!" Connie had exclaimed, realization dawning on his face as he looked at you and Reiner entering the mess hall together. "Where've you been all day?" He asked, nosy as ever even if the answer was plain as day.

"A date. Is that really such a foreign concept to you?" Reiner had teased, making Connie grin mischievously.

A date. You had your suspicions that that's what it was, but Reiner hadn't explicitly said it. Not until Connie asked. The straightforward explanation made your heart race, gaze dropping instantly to your shoes as Connie's laughter filled the space.

"So that's why you've been polishing your boots and actually combing your hair. I was wondering what the special occasion was," Jean had said to you, his brow raised and arms crossed in a way that was so distinctly Jean. Despite the words, you were sure it was his own way of approving.

"Oh, my God, is that a hickey?" Sasha suddenly butt in, moving into your personal space. Her hands held your head in place as she stared at the scrape from training on your forehead.

"Hickey—what—Sasha, that's on my forehead!" You had defended, but it was too late. Multiple other cadets heard the word hickey and ran with it, causing a flurry of gossip surrounding you and Reiner. And Reiner didn't deny it. He just smiled at you, and somehow that made you feel better.

There were plenty of times he'd made you feel better. An embarrassing amount of times. A pathetic amount of times, considering what he might've been comforting you about.

You sniffled, attempting to straighten yourself out before dinner was served in the mess hall as you sat on a log on the outskirts of the training grounds, taking in the yellow and orange blend of sunset before you. Even with the view, your mind was elsewhere.

It hit you every now and then at random. Despite it happening almost five years ago, you had pushed the grief down as far as you could bury it when your family was killed during the breach of Wall Maria. You were so young when it happened, but suddenly you were alone. When the Armored had broken through the inner gate of the wall, your childhood home had been crushed by a stray boulder.

You were lucky. You came to terms with that at a young age. Far too lucky. It chipped away at you everyday since, even without you realizing. What made you so fortunate to have escaped? Avoided certain death like your family couldn't? What made that soldier step in and save you but not them?

The wondering was pointless, though. They died and you didn't. For some reason fate had kept you alive until now. And for that, you had to live with a purpose. Even if now that purpose was wiping your snotty nose and trying to compose yourself enough to go eat with your friends.

"Bread?"

You had looked up to see none other than Reiner holding out a small loaf, a second one for himself in his right hand. Hesitantly, you had taken it, using the moment Reiner sat down beside you to attempt to discreetly wipe at the tears on your cheeks.

He didn't ask. You supposed it wasn't his style, or maybe he just assumed you didn't want to talk about it.

Reiner simply took a bite of his bread next to you, leaning forward as he chewed. After moments of silence, Reiner looked at you for a second and then towards the sunset. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards into a soft, almost wistful smile, but he said nothing.

"What?" You finally asked.

He almost replied with "nothing," you could tell, but he sighed and leaned back, either hands at his sides resting on the log. "You know what I miss most about home?" Reiner asked, his gaze locked with the sky. "The way the sun would rise over the hills," he stated.

You realized you'd never talked about it—why you were crying that day. To be honest, you didn't want to. Something about his presence had just put you at ease back then, to the point you forgot all of your troubles.

When graduation drew near, you weren't even sure what Reiner's plan was. Everyone knew his perfect scores got him into the top ten, eligible to enlist as a military police officer in the interior. That would've been great for him, but you weren't sure where that left you.

You weren't with Reiner when the Collosal titan had appeared and breached the wall into Trost. But you were there when Eren was discovered to be a titan himself.

From there, something in Reiner had shifted.

Back then, you figured it was realization of some sort. Realization that things were complicated, things were scary, things were real...

Things got even more real when Marco died. Marco wasn't someone you were close with, but he was always there, always kind. If someone as capable as Marco, as determined, as strong, as kind as Marco could die, what would that mean for you and your friends?

Many cadets dropped out that day, despite graduation being so close. You almost did as well. Especially upon seeing Jean's reaction to Marco's death, you didn't know if you had the guts to continue.

But Reiner always had to step in.

"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for," he said, his strong hand on your shoulder. "Look at me," he commanded softly. You hesitated but met his eyes. They were serious, and almost cold now. Different from how they used to look at you. "I know you've got what it takes."

And that was that. Along with Jean, who was sure he'd join the military police, you joined the Survey Corps, falling under the wing of the Commander Erwin Smith.

You were terrified, but you had Reiner.

Things in your lives seemed to come to a halt when Annie was revealed to be a titan. And then Ymir, along with Krista being some kind of royalty and living with a completely different name—Historia.

It was all confusing and overwhelming, and you really wished Reiner was there for you. And he was, physically, always there. But then he was distant. Even when sitting directly beside you during meals like he did before, his focus was obviously elsewhere.

And then it happened.

You revisited that day often. When Reiner and Bertholdt transformed, and everything you thought you knew came crashing down.

You couldn't even cry, or scream, or do much of anything. You'd learned a long time ago to accept these things, but God did it hurt.

Then he was gone. He and Bertholdt, back to wherever they came from—their "hometown" as they so often called it. You didn't know back then, and you'd honestly stopped caring.

When Eren was rescued from them, he tried telling you on the way back what Reiner had said in response to him screaming at them. Eren had brought you up, telling Reiner about all the pain and trauma you endured years ago when the inner gate of Wall Maria was broken and your family was killed.

Sorry. Sorry was what he said, according to Eren.

What a coward.

The next time you saw Reiner was a few months later. But it wasn't really him. It was the Armored titan, the same one you remember from childhood who had breached the wall. And now here you were, back in Shiganshina with your fellow scouts.

The bloodshed was monumental in Shiganshina. Bertholdt had died, but Reiner lived—barely. You weren't there when Hange and Jean had captured him. And you were grateful you weren't. Just three months after discovering his true self, you knew you'd do something stupid like let him go if you had been there. But that part wasn't really up to you, and he got away regardless.

That's when you discovered the truth of everything. The titans, the walls, Paradis, Eldians.

You wished you could hate him. But everyday you'd hoped for the day you could speak to him again, just once.

Those feelings seemed to have formed into anger as the years passed. And by the time you and your fellow soldiers raided Liberio, you basically lived in a shell. You promised your comrades you weren't going to allow feelings to get in the way, and you delivered.

So much happened in such a short amount of time it was difficult to even remember it properly.

You remembered seeing him—really him—for the first time again on Paradis. He was almost pathetic looking now, but a part of your heart still yearned for him.

Were the feelings even the same, though?

You and the rest of the scouts had to compromise and join forces with the Warriors in order to put a stop to Eren's plan to go through with the Rumbling. It was the first night that Jean brutally punched Reiner at the campfire. Years ago, you might've blindly taken the side of Reiner. Hell, if he said a word to you since being back on the island maybe you would've defended him. But he didn't. So you let it happen.

When the kids, Gabi and Falco, rushed to Reiner's side after the altercation, you felt as though you needed to physically drag yourself away to avoid saying anything to him.

Instead, you found Jean, cooling off in the outskirts of the woods. His head was in his hands, leaning against a tree as he shook.

You placed a gentle hand on his arm, causing him to jump. You made eye contact, but he was quick to look away. Though, your small touch grounded him.

"Sorry about that," Jean apologized. "I got carried away." His voice was breaking, you'd noticed, but you shook your head.

"Don't apologize," you replied.

You made a choice that evening. The choice to stay loyal to your comrades instead of blindly following Reiner like you did when you were a dumb kid. But it didn't make it any less difficult when he stood there on the boat looking almost like he had years ago.

The expression on his face was that of determination. And the people at his side were none other than Jean and Connie.

You scoffed, pulling your gaze away from the men and staring off into the vast ocean—the ocean you didn't even knew existed years ago; the ocean Reiner didn't bother mentioning to you those nights you sat together for hours.

You'd gone over every emotion the past four years. You saw his side as best you could. Even so, it was hard to forgive. Especially when Reiner himself hadn't made an effort to speak to you.

"Hey." You didn't look up, you knew it was Jean.

"You gonna talk to loverboy or what?" He asked after a beat of silence. You finally lifted your head to shoot him a glare. Jean simply smiled, looking back at where Reiner and Connie were still talking and then back to you, sitting beside you on the bench.

You remained quiet for a moment after Jean sat beside you, your fingers absently picking at a loose thread on your sleeve. The gentle rock of the boat beneath you seemed to match the churning in your stomach.

"I'm not talking to him," you finally said, keeping your voice low despite the distance between you and the others.

Jean snorted. "Right. Because ignoring him is working so well for you."

You shot him another glare. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've been staring at him every chance you get since yesterday." Jean's knowing smile widened as your cheeks flushed with heat. "Don't worry, he's been doing the same thing."

Something fluttered in your chest at his words, but you quickly tamped it down. "Has he... said anything?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, your voice smaller than you intended.

Jean chuckled, that same knowing look in his eyes that made you want to shove him off the bench and into the sea. But then his expression softened.

"No," he admitted. "But it's getting annoying watching you two dance around each other like this. You look at him when he's not looking, he looks at you when you turn away. It's really embarassing for both of you."

You sighed, turning your gaze back to the endless blue horizon. The vastness of the ocean still amazed you, even now. "Well, if he wanted to talk, he would've said something by now."

"Maybe he's thinking the same thing about you," Jean pointed out.

"That's different," you protested weakly.

"How?"

You opened your mouth to respond but found you didn't have an answer that wouldn't sound childish. Jean was right, and you both knew it.

"Look," Jean said, his voice gentler now, "I'm not exactly Reiner's biggest fan. You were there when I..." He flexed his hand, the same one he'd used to punch Reiner the night before, his knuckles reddened now. "But we're all stuck here together now. And whatever was between you two—"

"There was nothing between us," you interrupted, the lie bitter on your tongue.

Jean gave you a flat look. "You're a terrible liar. Always have been."

You looked down at your hands, suddenly finding your fingernails fascinating. "It doesn't matter now anyway."

"Maybe not," Jean agreed. "But you're never going to stop wondering if you don't at least talk to him once. Really talk to him."

The silence between you stretched for several long moments as you considered his words. The rational part of you knew he was right. This tension, this unspoken thing hanging in the air between you and Reiner, it would only continue to distract you. And with what lay ahead—with Eren and the Rumbling—you couldn't afford distractions. And more importantly, you didn't want to die with regrets.

"Fine," you muttered, standing up with a resigned sigh.

Without waiting for some type of reaction from Jean, you turned and made your way across the deck toward where Reiner and Connie stood. Your heart hammered against your ribs with each step, and you briefly considered turning back. But Jean's words echoed in your mind—you would never stop wondering if you didn't at least try.

Connie noticed you first, his animated conversation with Reiner faltering as you approached. Reiner turned, and for a moment, you were transported back to those days in the mess hall—him turning to call your name, saving you a seat beside him.

But his eyes weren't the same. They carried a weight now, dark shadows beneath them speaking of sleepless nights and unshakable guilt.

"Um, I'll just..." Connie mumbled, already backing away, but you barely registered his departure.

You stopped a few feet from Reiner, suddenly unsure what to say. All the anger, all the hurt, all the things you'd rehearsed in your head over the years—none of it seemed right now that he was standing in front of you.

"Can we talk?" The words came out steadier than you felt.

Reiner looked surprised, as if that was the last thing he expected to hear from you. He nodded once, hesitantly. "Yeah. Of course."

You nodded, and without another word, turned to lead the way to the stairs. You could feel his presence behind you as you descended into the dimly lit interior of the ship, the wooden steps creaking beneath your weight. The air was cooler here, tinged with the scent of salt and damp wood.

The sleeping cabins were arranged in a narrow corridor, small compartments with barely enough room for the bunks they contained. Most were empty now, with everyone gathered on the upper deck to watch the endless expanse of ocean passing by. You chose one at random, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The room was tight, with just enough space for two narrow bunks built into the walls and a small porthole that cast a circle of fading evening light across the wooden floor. You sat on one of the bunks, the thin mattress sinking beneath your weight. Reiner hesitated at the doorway for a moment before entering and sitting on the opposite bunk, the space between you barely more than an arm's length but feeling like an unbridgeable chasm.

Reiner's shoulders hunched slightly, his large frame somehow seeming smaller in the confined space. His eyes darted around the cabin before finally settling on his hands, which were clasped tightly in his lap.

You found yourself remembering another small space you'd shared once, years ago during a thunderstorm. The supply shed had been the closest shelter when the rain had caught you both during evening training. You'd sat side by side on crates of gear, listening to the rain hammer against the roof, shoulders touching as Reiner told stories about his hometown to distract you from the thunder. And you remembered how you felt when he held your hand, the way his touch was so gentle, his fingers lacing with yours. Back then, his voice had been warm, his smile easy, his eyes bright with something that made your heart race.

Now, he sat across from you, silent and tense, his gaze fixed on the floor between your feet. The only sound was the creaking of the ship around you and the distant, muffled voices from above.

The silence between you stretched until it became unbearable. Your fingers dug into the thin mattress beneath you, knuckles turning white with the pressure.

"My family is dead because of you," you finally said, your voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through the heavy air. The words hung there, raw and unavoidable. "Every time I look at you, I see that day. The Armored Titan breaking through the gate. The boulder that crushed our home."

Reiner didn't flinch, didn't look away. He just nodded slowly, his eyes hollow. "I know."

"You know?" A bitter laugh escaped your lips. "That's all you have to say? You know?"

"What do you want me to say?" His voice was flat, resigned. The voice of a man who had already condemned himself a thousand times over.

"I want you to say something—anything—other than 'I know,'" you snapped, the anger you'd been holding back finally beginning to surface. "I want you to explain how you could sit with me that day by the training grounds, offering me bread while I cried about my family, knowing it was you who killed them."

Reiner's gaze dropped to the floor again. "I don't have an explanation that would make any sense to you."

"Try me," you challenged, leaning forward. "I've had four years to think about this, Reiner. Four years to try to understand."

He looked up then, and the defeated emptiness in his eyes almost made you recoil. This wasn't the Reiner you remembered—the strong, confident soldier who always seemed to know what to say, what to do. This was a shell of that man, worn down by guilt and grief.

"I compartmentalized," he said after a long moment. "The Warrior and the Soldier. Sometimes, I... I forgot which one was real."

"And which one was it?" you asked. "Which version of you was real, Reiner?"

He shook his head slowly. "I don't know anymore. Maybe neither."

You stood up abruptly, unable to sit still with the storm of emotions churning inside you. The cabin was too small to pace properly, but you moved to the porthole, looking out at the darkening sky without really seeing it.

"Do you have any idea what your betrayal did to me?" Your voice was quieter now, but no less intense. "It wasn't just that you were the Armored Titan. It was that you were you. Someone I..." You swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "Someone I cared about. A lot."

You heard the bunk creak as Reiner shifted his weight but didn't turn to look at him.

"I nearly quit the Scouts after you left," you continued, watching your breath fog the glass of the porthole. "I couldn't understand how I could have been so wrong about someone. How I could have trusted you so completely."

Your fingertips pressed against the cool glass as memories flooded back—training together in the rain, his hands adjusting your grip on the ODM gear controls, his laughter at your terrible jokes, the way his eyes would find yours across the mess hall.

"And it wasn't just you," you said, your voice growing thick with unshed tears. "I haven't been able to truly trust anyone since. Not completely. There's always this voice in the back of my mind asking if they're hiding something too. If they'll betray me just like you did."

"I'm sorry," Reiner said, his voice barely audible.

You whirled around to face him, anger flaring hot and bright. "Sorry doesn't bring my family back! Sorry doesn't erase the fact that you lied to me for years! Sorry doesn't change the fact that every memory I have of us is tainted now because I don't even know if any of it was real!"

"It was real," Reiner said, standing up now, something finally sparking in his eyes. "That's what you don't understand. It was all real for me too."

"How could it be real when it was all built on a lie?" Your voice rose, echoing in the small space.

"Because I didn't know how to separate the lie from the truth anymore!" He took a step toward you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "Do you think this has been easy for me? Do you think I just walked away and forgot about all of you—forgot about you?"

You stared at him, momentarily stunned by the sudden emotion in his voice.

"I've thought about you every single day since then," he continued, his voice breaking. "I see your face in my dreams. I hear your voice when it's quiet. You've been haunting me for four years, and I deserve it."

The raw pain in his voice knocked the breath from your lungs. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you stared at him, really seeing him for perhaps the first time since you'd learned the truth—not as the Armored Titan, not as the Warrior, not even as the Soldier, but as Reiner. Just Reiner, broken and haunted and so very human.

"I know you hate me," he said, quieter now, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. "You should hate me. If I could go back and change what I did..."

"But you can't," you whispered.

"No," he agreed. "I can't."

The admission hung between you, simple and devastating in its truth. You couldn't change the past. Your family was still gone. The walls were still broken. And Reiner—your Reiner—had still been the one to do it.

But the man standing before you now, shoulders slumped under the weight of his actions, eyes filled with a pain that mirrored your own—he wasn't the Armored Titan anymore. He was just as broken as you were.

Then suddenly you moved, your arms wrapping around his waist, your face pressed against his chest as sobs wracked your body. You could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady against your cheek, so at odds with the broken man it belonged to.

For a terrible second, he remained frozen, and you thought you'd made a mistake. Then his arms came around you, tight and desperate, one hand cradling the back of your head as he buried his face in your hair. His body trembled against yours, and you realized he was crying too—silent, shuddering sobs that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside him.

The stubborn shame that had kept you both at arm's length dissolved in the salt of your mingled tears. There, in the dim light of the cabin, with the gentle rocking of the ship beneath you and the uncertain future ahead, you held each other like the last two survivors of a shipwreck—broken, exhausted, but somehow still alive.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, holding each other in the dim light of the cabin, your tears gradually subsiding into uneven breaths. His arms around you felt both familiar and foreign—the shape of him changed, but the way he held you still the same.

When you finally pulled back, just enough to look up at him, your faces were inches apart. Your hands had somehow moved to his shoulders, feeling the unfamiliar angles where muscle had once been. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, searched yours with a question he didn't dare voice.

"I still hate what you did," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can ever forgive that."

Reiner nodded slightly, accepting your words without defense. One of his hands had found its way to your face, his thumb gently brushing away a tear from your cheek.

"But I don't know how to hate you," you admitted, the confession tearing itself from somewhere deep inside you. "I've tried for four years, and I just... can't."

Something flickered in his eyes—a spark of something you hadn't seen since before everything fell apart. Hope, maybe. Or longing.

You weren't sure who closed the distance. Maybe both of you, drawn together like the inevitable pull of gravity. His lips found yours in a kiss that was hesitant at first, as if he expected you to push him away. When you didn't—when instead you pressed closer, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt—the hesitation gave way to a desperate need that matched your own.

Reiner's arms tightened around you, backing you against the wall beside the porthole. The cool glass pressed against your shoulder, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against yours. His kiss deepened, years of unspoken feelings pouring into it as his tongue met yours.

You gasped against his mouth, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, longer now than you remembered. The scrape of his beard against your skin was new, and your heart skipped a beat at the way his breath hitched when you tugged gently at his hair.

When you pulled away again, breathless, his eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and pain. "I shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, even as his thumb traced circles on your hip. "After everything I've done..."

"Shut up," you murmured, pulling him back to you. "Just shut up, Reiner."

He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob against your lips. "Still stubborn," he breathed.

Your hands tangled in his hair, eyes squeezed shut as you took in the feel of him. You were desperate, you knew. You felt pathetic, but you wanted him. Needed to be close to him.

"It's embarrassing how long I've wanted to do this," you murmured against his lips, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing hearts.

His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closed as he took an unsteady breath. "When we were back in training, that day in Stohess..." His voice was rough, trailing off as your lips found the curve of his jaw.

"Why didn't you kiss me then?" you asked, the question muffled against his skin.

Reiner's laugh was soft and broken. "I wanted to. Every second we were together." His hands slid down to your waist, anchoring you against him as if afraid you might disappear. "I told myself it was because of the mission. That I couldn't get distracted."

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, your hand coming up to touch his face, feeling the unfamiliar texture of his beard beneath your fingertips. "And the real reason?"

He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again. "I was afraid that if I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. That I'd tell you everything." The admission seemed to cost him, his voice barely above a whisper. "And then you'd hate me."

"I did hate you," you said quietly. "When I found out."

His eyes clouded with pain, but he nodded. "I know."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his again, more gently this time. "But I hated myself more for still wanting this. For still wanting you."

Reiner's response was to kiss you again, deeper this time, his body pressing yours more firmly against the wall. One hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your hip, his touch both gentle and desperate. You could taste the salt of tears—whose, you weren't sure anymore—and something else, something uniquely him that you had tried so hard to forget.

The ship rocked with a stronger wave, causing you both to sway. Reiner's arm tightened around your waist, steadying you, and for a brief moment, you were back in the training grounds, his arms around you as he corrected your stance, his breath warm against your ear.

"I missed you," he breathed against your mouth, the words so quiet they might have been imagined. "Every day."

You didn't answer with words. You couldn't. The anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface, alongside grief and betrayal and a hundred other emotions you couldn't name. But for now, in the dim light of the cabin with the sea stretching endlessly around you, you let yourself remember what it felt like to be in his arms.

Your lips found his again, harder this time, your teeth catching his lower lip in a way that made him groan. His hands tightened on you in response, lifting you slightly as he pressed you more firmly against the wall. The kiss deepened, grew more urgent, years of longing and hurt and need pouring into it.

The world outside—Eren, the Rumbling, the fate that awaited all of you—seemed distant and unreal compared to the solid warmth of Reiner against you, the familiar-yet-different taste of his mouth, the sound of his ragged breathing mingling with your own.

This wasn't forgiveness. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, tracing a path that made your breath catch, you realized it might be something like a beginning. A chance to finally confront all the things left unsaid between you, all the hurt and the betrayal, but also all the moments that had been real.

Reiner’s hands slid down your sides, fingers digging into your hips as he kissed you with a desperation that made your knees weak. The rough scrape of his beard against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, you gasped—only for him to swallow the sound with another searing kiss.

This isn't at all how you expected your "talk" to go. Years of rehearsing different scripts in your head about how you'd tell him you hate him when you saw him, how you'd show him how it felt to feel betrayed and alone... All of those came crumbling down when he touched you like this, so gently but also so needy.

Not that the idea in general hadn't crossed your mind an embarrassing and pathetic amount of times. That, you couldn't deny. Since your cadet days you'd wondered what it would feel like with him, hoping he'd make a move. But he never did. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt the sadness well up inside you again, but that feeling quickly went away when he tilted his head to better kiss you.

His body pressed you harder against the wall, the heat of him searing through your clothes. You could feel the evidence of his arousal against your thigh, and the knowledge of how badly he wanted you—after all this time—sent a thrill through you.

Then, without warning, he broke the kiss, his breath ragged. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips swollen from yours.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice rough.

You didn’t.

A low sound escaped him, something between a groan and a growl, before his hands tightened on your waist—and then he was lifting you, turning, and depositing you onto the narrow bunk behind you in one swift motion. The thin mattress barely cushioned the impact, but you barely had time to register it before Reiner was on his knees between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs with a reverence that made your breath hitch.

His gaze flicked up to yours, searching, hesitant—like he still couldn’t believe you were letting him touch you.

"Please," he breathed, fingers curling into the fabric of your pants. "Let me taste you."

The raw need in his voice sent a jolt straight to your core. He was begging. Reiner—the man who had once been so confident, so sure of himself—was now on his knees for you, looking up at you like you were the only thing that could save him.

You swallowed hard, your pulse hammering in your throat. You also didn't expect it to go like this. The Reiner that you knew back then presented himself to be some kind of big leader, something you admired because of how he never seemed to let it go to his head. He was one of the strongest, but he was humble.

So seeing him like this, desperate between your legs, felt almost like culture shock.

But even so, being with him, feeling him, talking to him all felt so good. So good you could cry. "Okay," you breathed, nodding.

His fingers trembled slightly as he undid the fastenings of your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. Your cunt was already pathetically wet just from making out, and suddenly you just wanted to close your legs so he wouldn't see how much you affected him. Stubborn pride still warred inside you even now. The cool air of the cabin ghosted over your exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Reiner’s breath as he leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, making your heart swell.

Reiner’s hands spread your thighs wider, his thumbs brushing over the damp curls between them. His breath stuttered when he saw how wet you were, his fingers tracing your folds with agonizing slowness.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

He kissed at your inner thighs some more, almost like he just couldn't get enough of the simple action. He'd lick at them, suck them, anything. Reiner was willing to drag this out, it seemed.

"Has anyone ever done this for you before?" Reiner asked, his tone carrying a mix of emotions, staring up at you with his pretty hazel eyes as he kissed at the soft skin of your thighs. Deep down, he selfishly hoped no one else had gotten to see you like this—feel you like this.

Your breath hitched at the sight, unable to pull your gaze away and similarly unable to stop your arousal and need as you felt yourself wet the sheets beneath you even further. "I don't see how that's any of your business," you replied stubbornly, wanting to keep the small amount of control you still held.

That gave Reiner all the answer he needed. "Hm," he responded, careful not to anger you, careful not to upset you. but also understanding and seeing just how much you wanted this—wanted him. And equally he was exceptionally aware of the way his cock twitched in his pants, desperate to make you feel good, desperate to feel your thighs around his head and your fingers against his scalp, desperate to hear you in these moments he's imagined you in so many times.

Reiner didn’t wait for another teasing remark from you—his mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe up your soaked cunt, groaning against you like he’d been starving for this. The sound alone made your back arch off the bunk, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips as his hands clamped down on your thighs, holding you open for him.

He was messy—no finesse, no practiced rhythm, just pure, desperate hunger. His tongue lapped at you like he was trying to memorize your taste, his nose pressing against your clit as he buried his face between your legs. Every flick of his tongue was sloppy, wet, loud, the obscene sounds of his mouth working you filling the tiny cabin. You could feel his stubble scraping against your sensitive skin, the rough drag only making the pleasure sharper, more overwhelming.

“Fuck—Reiner—” Your fingers tangled in his blonde hair, gripping hard as his tongue circled your clit before sucking it between his lips. His groan vibrated through you, his hands sliding under your ass to tilt your hips up, giving him better access as he devoured you.

He was relentless, like he’d been waiting years for this—because he had. Every muffled sound he made against your cunt, every time his tongue plunged inside you only to drag back up, every time his lips sealed around your clit to suck—it was all too much, and yet you never wanted it to stop.

His enthusiasm was almost embarrassing, the way he moaned into you like he was the one being pleasured, his hips moving against his hand as he rubbed his cock through his pants. You could feel the wetness of your own arousal smeared across his chin, and the sight alone had your thighs trembling around his head.

Drool mixed with your arousal, dripping down his chin as he ate you out like a man possessed. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, keeping you open for him as his tongue plunged inside you, fucking into you with rough, eager strokes before retreating to suck your clit again.

"Taste so good," he panted against you, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, fuck, I knew you would—"

His words cut off into a groan as he redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit before he sealed his lips around it again, sucking hard. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth on you filled the cabin, obscene and perfect, and you could feel the way his hips rocked slightly against the bunk, rutting into nothing as he got off on just tasting you.

"Been thinking about this—" he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit in tight, relentless circles. "—every night—"

His fingers dug into your thighs, leaving marks as he held you down, refusing to let you squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Close," you choked out, your hips jerking against his mouth. "I’m so close—"

Reiner growled, the sound vibrating through you as he sucked your clit into his mouth one last time, his tongue flicking over it rapidly—

And then you were coming, your back bowing off the bunk as pleasure crashed through you in waves. He didn’t let up, licking you through it, swallowing every drop of you as you shuddered and gasped above him.

When you finally went limp, panting, he pulled back just enough to look up at you.

His chest heaved, his eyes dark with need. But above that, it was like he needed some confirmation he did good.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Are you okay?"

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him up your body until his weight settled over you, pressing you deeper into the thin mattress. His skin was fever-hot, his muscles taut with restraint, but his eyes—those damn hazel eyes—were soft, almost reverent, as he looked down at you.

You didn't answer, not verbally at least.

Your hand slid into his hair, gripping tight as you dragged his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. A rough groan tore from his throat, his hips jerking forward instinctively, the hard length of his cock grinding against your still-sensitive clit through his pants.

His groan was muffled against your mouth as you licked into him, your fingers tightening in his hair. You could feel the way his body shuddered when you nipped at his bottom lip, the way his hips jerked forward instinctively, grinding his cock—so fucking hard against your thigh.

“God, you’re—” His voice broke as you kissed him again, rougher this time, your teeth dragging over his lip. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. “Fuck, I need—please—”

"Reiner," you breathed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Please fuck me."

You could feel it—the way his entire body trembled with the effort of holding back, the way his breath came in ragged bursts against your mouth. His hands fumbled with his belt, his fingers shaking as he undid the buckle, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and aching for you.

Reiner didn’t waste another second.

He hooked his hands under your knees, spreading you wider, his gaze locked on where your slick glistened between your thighs. His breath hitched, his cock twitching against your stomach as he lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough.

You did.

His eyes burned into yours as he pushed inside, slow, so agonizingly slow, his jaw clenched tight as he fought to keep control. The stretch was delicious, the way your walls fluttered around him making his hips stutter.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into your thighs. “You feel—Christ—you feel even better than I imagined.”

And then he was seated fully inside you, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt. For a moment, neither of you moved—just breathed, just felt, the weight of years of longing crashing over you both.

Then—because he needed to see it, needed to know this was real—he leaned back on his heels, pulling out almost all the way just to watch the way your cunt clung to him, glistening and desperate, before slamming back in. His cock disappeared inside you, your wetness coating his dick as your body stretched to take him.

The sound you made was sinful.

Reiner’s hips snapped forward again, harder this time, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that made your toes curl. His grip shifted from your wrist to your hip, holding you in place as he fucked into you with slow, deep strokes—like he was savoring every second, like he wanted to memorize the way your body took him.

His dick glistened with your arousal, disappearing inside you with each thrust, your cunt gripping him like it was made for him. He couldn’t look away—couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched as he watched himself fuck into you, over and over, your body taking him so perfectly.

Reiner’s rhythm was relentless, each deep stroke dragging a gasp from your lips. His broad palm slid down your stomach, fingers gliding through your slick until his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, rough circles that made your toes curl.

"There you go," he murmured, voice thick with praise as he watched your face twist in pleasure. "So fucking pretty when you take me like this. Can’t believe you’re real—can’t believe I get to have you."

You whimpered, your hips lifting to meet his thrusts, desperate for more, for everything. Reiner moaned at the way your body clenched around him, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

"Love the way you take me," he panted, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "Like you were made for me, huh? Made to take my cock just like this—shit—"

Then, without warning, he leaned forward, his chest pressing flush against yours, his weight pinning you completely beneath him. The new angle made him sink deeper, his cock hitting a spot inside you that had your vision whiting out for a second.

"There," he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. "That’s it, sweetheart. Let me have you just like this—fuck—"

His thrusts turned slower but impossibly harder, each one dragging a broken moan from your lips. His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss you again, swallowing your gasps like he needed them to survive.

He braced himself above you, muscles taut, sweat glistening on his skin as he watched your face—every flutter of your lashes, every bitten-off moan—like he was memorizing you all over again.

His hips rolled into yours with a deep, almost reverent grind, pressing so deep you could feel him in your ribs. Your breath hitched as he lingered there, his tip nudging that perfect, aching spot inside you before pulling back with a slow, torturous drag that made your toes curl.

"Feel how deep I am?" he breathed, his fingers tightening on your hip as he rocked into you again, slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. "Fuck, you’re perfect."

His voice was wrecked, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. But he didn’t rush—just kept moving inside you with that same maddening pace, every thrust a sweet torment.

"Could stay like this forever," he admitted, his lips brushing your jaw. "Just like this—buried inside you, feeling you clench around me like you never wanna let me go."

"Reiner," you whined.

"I've got you," he responded, hips never stopping.

And when your back arched, your body tightening around him, he didn’t speed up—just kept fucking you through it, his lips pressed to your neck, whispering praise as pleasure washed over you in waves.

Reiner’s thrusts grew more erratic, his control slipping as your walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper with each desperate clench. His breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead pressed against yours as he fought to hold on just a little longer.

“I—fuck—I’m close,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. His fingers dug into your hips, his rhythm faltering as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.

You arched beneath him, nails scraping down his back as you panted, “Inside… please, Reiner—I want you to cum inside me.”

His entire body tensed at your words, a shudder running through him. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark with lust and something dangerously close to worship.

“Are you—fuck—are you sure?” he rasped, hips stuttering as he struggled to keep his pace steady.

You nodded, biting your lip as you clenched around him deliberately, drawing a broken groan from his lips.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Want to feel you—all of you.”

That was all it took.

Reiner’s restraint shattered.

"Fuck—gonna fill you up so good," he panted, his forehead dropping against yours. "Gonna make sure you feel it—"

You clenched around him, your own climax building again, and he cursed, his rhythm faltering.

"Come with me," he demanded, his voice wrecked. "Wanna feel you cum on my cock while I’m deep inside you—fuck—please—"

His words tipped you over the edge. Pleasure crashed through you, your body tightening around him in waves, and Reiner lost it.

With a growl that was almost feral, he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed inside you, hot and thick. His body shuddered violently, his fingers gripping you like a lifeline as he spilled deep, his release filling you in waves.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, his cock twitching as he rode out his orgasm, his forehead pressed to yours. When he finally stilled, he didn’t pull away—just stayed there, his body heavy and warm against yours, his breath slowly steadying.

After a long moment, he lifted his head, his gaze soft as he brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

"Okay?" he murmured, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

You nodded, your fingers lazily tracing the muscles of his back.

Reiner exhaled, something like relief—or maybe wonder—flickering in his eyes before he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

"Good," he murmured against your mouth.

You lay in comfortable silence for what felt like hours but was likely only minutes, Reiner's weight pressing you into the thin mattress, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, as though memorizing the feel of you. Neither of you wanted to break the spell, to acknowledge the world waiting outside this small cabin.

"I love you," you whispered finally, the words escaping before you could think better of them. They hung in the air between you, raw and honest.

Reiner stilled, his breath catching. Slowly, he raised himself up on his elbows to look at you, his hazel eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. For a terrible moment, you thought you'd said too much, revealed too much of yourself to someone who had once betrayed you.

But then his expression softened, a genuine smile—one you hadn't seen in years—spreading across his face. "I love you too," he said, his voice steady and sure. "I always have."

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "I know it doesn't change anything," he murmured. "I know it doesn't make up for what I did. But it's true."

His eyes grew serious again. "Whatever happens with Eren, with the Rumbling… I'm going to protect you. I promise."

Before you could respond, a sharp knock at the door made you both jump.

"Hey, you two done?" Connie's voice called through the thin wood. "There's food up on the deck if you're interested. Kinda limited, but better than nothing."

You and Reiner exchanged wide-eyed looks before scrambling to get dressed, movements frantic and clumsy in the small space. Your fingers fumbled with buttons and clasps as you tried to make yourselves presentable.

"Uh, yeah," Reiner called back, his voice remarkably steady considering his panicked expression. "We'll be right there."

You could hear the smirk in Connie's voice as he replied, "Take your time. Not like we can hear everything through these paper-thin walls or anything."

Your face burned as you hurriedly tucked in your shirt. Reiner looked equally mortified, though a small, almost boyish grin played at the corners of his mouth when your eyes met.

"Ready?" he asked softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Connie was waiting in the narrow corridor, a knowing grin splitting his face. Without a word, he turned and headed up the stairs, gesturing for you both to follow.

Reiner went first, and you couldn't help but notice the way Connie immediately engaged him in animated conversation as they climbed, acting as though nothing unusual had happened at all. Their voices faded slightly as they reached the deck above.

Jean appeared at your side as you finished climbing the stairs.

"So," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I take it the talk went well?"

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Yeah, really well," you replied, hoping that Connie was just teasing and no one else heard a thing.

"I just mean," he continued, a stupid and annoying grin on your face, "when I suggested you two clear the air, I didn't necessarily mean you should bring down the whole ship with your—"

Your face burned with embarrassment and fury. "I will literally throw you overboard, Jean," you hissed, shoving his shoulder hard enough to make him stumble back. "I swear to God—"

Jean laughed, ducking away from your next swing. "Hey, I'm happy for you guys! Honestly!" He held up his hands in surrender, still grinning as he backed up the stairs. "Just doing my part as your friend to give you shit about it."

[myshadowsbackstage]

took her to paris

roronoa zoro x strawhat!reader x trafalgar law

afab!reader

this pairing has me weak

warning: may induce lust (no condoms, voyeurism (?), slight choking, 18+)

word count: 3.1k

Law never felt the need to compete with Zoro. Yet he never thought it would take an alliance with Luffy to bring that flame of jealousy. But his stoic demeanor masked any emotions that hinted at vulnerability.

Of course you were connected to Zoro. You were part of the same crew. It would only make sense that everyone was close. You and that green haired swordsman were no different.

It was dinnertime. The rest of the crew has left from the table leaving you, Zoro, and Law alone. Despite having a little too much to drink, Zoro doesn't become wild and boisterous. In fact, the more jovial side of him comes to light.

Law tries to stomach the rest of what's on his plate but yet again, he was met with the sensation of bitterness while observing the easy rapport between you and Zoro.

Perhaps it was the way you and Zoro effortlessly made each other laugh. Or the shared glances that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Whatever it was, Law couldn't deny that a part of him yearned for a similar relationship with you. A relationship that went beyond strategic allies.

Standing up from your spot next to Zoro, gripping your empty plate and bringing it to the kitchen to clean. Law's eyes inadvertly diverted to you. Dressed for the New World weather, a tank top and shorts clung to your form, practically begging for him to get an eyeful. Sanji came from the adjacent hallway and stopped you. "I got it love." he told you.

You handed your plate to Sanji as he flashed his charming grin your way. Making your way back to the table, Law tried to look elsewhere as his eyes lingered a little too long, but was met with Zoro's gaze as he took a swing of his bottle.

Law hastily averted his eyes, realizeing he'd been caught, now pretending to be engrossed with the scraps on his plate, finishing them. He felt the weight of Zoro's fixed look, a subtle tension hung in the air mixed with a bit of awkwardness.

He smirked, confirming his suspicions.

He didn't have anything against Law. But there was something nagging in the back of his mind. Law is strong. Zoro knew that. His devil fruit power and intelligence make him a force to be reckoned with. And as a fellow swordsman, Zoro respected him. Hell, he was even attractive. But Zoro knew that Law was not giving him a run for his money.

**

"I could take you both."

That one comment you made was the catalyst for the position you were in now.

You didn't even mean it like that. It was just a joke. Right?

Sometimes you liked to get under Zoro's skin, playfully teasing him about his abilities as a swordsman. As if you could effortlessly do better. But his agitation never failed to amuse you. And now with Law here and knowing he's a swordsman too in his own right, it just came out. You didn't mean it and you certain didn't expect them to call your bluff.

"Oh yeah?" Zoro inquired.

It was silent for a moment, then you realized that not only Zoro was looking at you, but also Law. "Why are you both looking at me like that?"

"You ever had a threesome?" Zoro asked, ever so blunt.

Your cheeks immediately heated up. A palpable tension gripped the room as his unexpected, provocative question hung in the air. Law, normally composed, raising an eyebrow. He's not opposed to the idea, just surprised that Zoro brought it up.

"Wait...that's not.." you stammered, attemping to regain control of the situation. Law had an unreadble expression, and you wonder why he wasn't speaking up on your behalf.

Zoro took one last swing from his bottle and used his thumb to wipe the excess sake off his lower lip, which was in some strange way, seductive. "If you haven't noticed, we both have a certain..admiration towards you."

Law took a hold of his chair so that he could fully turn it to face you.

Your heart was thundering in your chest. Two both very strong, powerful, gorgeous men. And they both wanted you. Law hasn't spoken yet, but his body langauage says it all.

They were both special, in their own way. You liked them more than you'd like to admit. More than what was professional. But yes, you have thought of both of them in that way. However, it was always separate. The idea of a threesome never entered your mind. And now the opportunity was staring at you right in the face.

"Do you...want us to have a threesome?" you asked.

Law finally broke his silence, his tone deadpan. "Not the worst thing in the world."

He shot Zoro a look. Zoro returned a half smirk, satisifed with the answer. An unspoken agreement between them.

"Right here, right now?" you inquired.

Well, you didn't say 'no'.

"My bed might be better." Zoro shrugged.

Law's cheeks lifted as he had a closed mouth grin that stretched from ear to ear. The two men stood up simultaneously and with calculated precision, a blue spherical aura formed from the palm of his hand around the perimeter where he held absolute control.

Shambles.

In an instant, you were now in the bedroom. The king sized bed stood front and center and you felt your breath quickening. Law stood leaning against the doorframe, Zoro was a couple feet ahead.

They striked you as intimidating, although they probably weren't trying to be.

"So if I said yes, how would this work?" you asked. Law found his eyes turning to Zoro, who didn't mind explaining.

"Whatever you're comfortable with. It's all up to you. And this could be a one time thing, if you want."

The room was dark. The only light was from the moon making its way through the window, softly illuminating their features.

Law turned back to you, agreeing with his answer.

Zoro approached your first, his hands settling on your waist and dipped his head down into your neck and his breath fanned over your ear. "So what's it gonna be? You gonna let us show you a good time?"

Law watched as Zoro pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you visibly melted against him. He could see the moment when you made your decision. Your hands made your way around to his back and broad shoulders.

Zoro purposefully didn't want to do too much, allowing you to really make the first move. You pressed your lips against his and immediately kissed back, his grip on your waist tightened and his tongue grazed your bottom lip, causing you to moan. That made him smile.

He knew exactly what to do and your heart was pounding in your chest. With his hands on your waist, Zoro spun you around and now you were met face-to-face with Law, sans hat.

You never even heard him come behind you.

Zoro settled against your back and Law observed you as you looked up at him through your lashes, lips slightly puffy already. He'd never seen anything more beautiful. Zoro wrapped his arms around you and kissed the side of your neck. This whole thing was making Law dizzy. It was new for him too.

The two men weren't the type to want to share. But it seems as if they put their pride to the side for the time being and work together.

Law stepped closer, cupping your face before planting a kiss on you. He was a little softer than Zoro. Careful and cautious, as if any mistake would make you change your mind.

Zoro's teeth skimmed over your neck and you let out a moan at the feeling of him already hard behind you. You began to fumble with the buttons of Law's black shirt, anxious to get it off to explore the chest he was always slightly revealing.

Zoro chuckled against your neck. "Looks like someone's impatient."

You smiled against Law's lips and he used his hands to push his shirt off his shoulders. Your hands explored from his neck, to his abdomen, to finally the sensitive skin just above his belt.

Something switched in Law because suddenly his tattooed hand came around your neck and he pulled you away by an inch. You open your eyes and see his dark hair covering parts of his eyes. "No teasing." he stated. Even Zoro was taken aback by the sudden change of pace.

"Well this just got way more fun."

Zoro pushed your shorts and panties down and his hand immediately went to your slick pussy. He rubbed on it for a second before slipping a finger in, at the same time, peckering your shoulder with kisses instead of your neck due to the fact that Law's hand was still around it. You moaned at his motions, then biting your bottom lip to keep yourself as composed as possible.

Law's eyes flickered to where you had your lip in between your teeth, pressing a kiss to them in retaliation, eating up your sounds of pleasure.

You pressed your back further against Zoro's chest and he groaned. "Fuck," he pulled away form you. "Suck Law off while I get a better feel, yeah?"

They both let you go, Law going up on the bed, undoing his belt as you followed, getting on all fours as you waitied patiently for them.

After ridding himself of his clothes, Zoro made his way behind you, hands massaging your ass and he was breathing hard enough for you to feel it on your skin.

As soon as Law released his dick from his pants, you grabbed it with one hand and licked the tip.

"What did I tell you about teasing?"

Zoro chuckled slightly as he slipped two fingers inside you and you moaned against Law's tip, moving forward to get more of his length in your mouth. The vibrations drove Law crazy and his fingers were laced in your hair.

Zoro rested his weight on one hand and used the other to finger you. The sensation of him plunging in and out was about to make your legs start quivering. The sounds of your squelching pussy was enough to make Zoro go faster and he feels you clenched around him.

Zoro decides that he needs a real feel and pulls his fingers out. Lining up his own cock with your entrance, he slowly but surely pushes himself in. You weren't expecting that but by no means were you complaining. You let out a pleasurable sound, letting him know it felt good, sucking harder on Law as a result. His fingers tightened their grip in your hair as he bucked his hips forward to meet your mouth, meeting every thrust from Zoro.

You felt that feeling in the pit of your stomach and released Law's cock with a 'pop'. Focusing on your own orgasm as it came without warning, it shook through your body, toes curling as you moaned pretty loudly. Zoro, gritting his teeth, continued his motions until you stopped shaking.

He then pulled out with a grin. His dick shiny.

Your body, sensitive from the orgasm worked out of you, fell slightly limp. You flipped onto your back were about to put your and Zoro assisted in lifting your legs up, resting them on his shoulders as he kneeled at the edge of the bed, knowing you might not be able to hold them up on your own.

Zoro got settled in between your thighs. Although he had no problem with the previous position, he wanted to see you.

He dips his head and meets your throbbing pussy with his tongue. His eyes glance up at you with that mischevous look. A look that would make you squeal like a fangirl. In an attempt to avert your gaze out of shyness, you throw your head back, gripping the sheets, and he held your thighs to keep you in place.

Law didn't know what was coming next as Zoro seemingly took the lead, but wasted no time in improvising. He got on the other side and pressed his mouth to yours, in a spiderman kiss position, silencing your moans from Zoro's actions. His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt as if to request to take it off. To acknowledge him, you began to lift it above your head and Law took it off the rest of the way.

Easy for him, you weren't wearing a bra, so he didn't have to worry about trying to take that off too.

His hands begin to knead your breasts while Zoro continues to eat you out, sucking on your puffy flesh while intermittently using his tongue with pressure. Despite both men going slow, you orgasm again from overstimulation.

It was obvious to Zoro that Law was a bit more wound up, and as the three of you momentarily caught your breath, he motioned for the older guy to come over and take his place. With you on your back, only one of them could fuck you at a time. Law, now completely naked, then took his place in between your legs, that were still flexed in the air, and Zoro got comfortable on the bed.

"You doing okay?" Law questioned as he stroked his dick in anticipation.

"Yeah." you breathed out, dizzy, but in a good way. You widened your legs slightly as to give him an invitation.

"Oh my-" you whined, feeling the ridges of his shaft as he slowly pumped to get started. Law hovered over you, resting his hands on either side of your head as leverage and you grabbed a hold of his biceps.

"So...fucking tight." he groaned. His voice was low and his words alone made you throb.

Zoro laid a couple inches away, jerking himself at the sight of Law fucking you in missionary. He's keeping himself hard while he waits his turn. Part of him wonders what you're thinking about right now. Which man you're thinking about. You've known him longer, after all. He softly touches your hair with his other hand, as a reminder to let you know that he's still there. He can't let his pride go that easily.

"You like this, don't you?" Law pants, quickening his pace. "You like having two men fucking you."

You barely got a word out before he was sliding from your body. He continued to retreat, glancing down to see his shaft emerging from your snug grip, shiny from your welcome. The flared edge of his tip peeked from your opening and he gritted his teeth and pressed back home hard with an unapologetic thrust.

With your legs hooked around his waist, he was hitting a spot so deep that you knew another orgasm would be approaching.

He stares down, in awe, watching as he goes in an out of you from tip to base. How small you are in comparison. He's suddenly filled with pride that you can take all of him.

"mhmm fuuuccck." you whimper out. As if Law wasn't already on the edge. He pants into your ear as he continues. He felt you clenching around him and he lost it. One more thrust and he's come inside you. You hear his animalistic groans as he sprayed your walls with his cum, the warmth taking over.

He stays inside you for a moment before pulling out and collapsing on the bed to your left.

Zoro then got up and slotted himself where Law just was, brushing hair from your face. "You ready for another?" He gave you a look of concern that let you know that if you refused him, he would back off, no questions asked. Your heart swelled in appreciation that they would make sure you're okay.

He was the one now to hover over you, kissing your lips as he rubbed his tip against your folds.

"C'mon Zoro. Please."

He's doing it again. Grinning like a villian. "Well since you asked so nicely..."

He finally sunk in. And not to mention some of Law's cum still seeping out. Your legs shook at the feeling of being filled again and your nails dug into that trademark green hair.

The way his lips moved skillfully with yours, occasionally biting at your bottom lip, was something magical. His muscles flexed with every movement. The sounds you were making and the way he felt the fluttering around his cock told him everything he needed to know.

Zoro could feel himself getting closer with every thrust and maybe he would've been dramatic and switched positions so you'd be on top, but there was something about missionary that he liked. Your head fell back against the bed and he liked seeing your face and the feeling of your hands in his hair and gripping his shoulders. He liked seeing how you responded to him.

"Feels so good." you moaned.

He hummed and moved his hand to your pussy where he loved on it again. Your legs tensed, your lips let out a mixture of gasps and whimpers, and your eyes shut as you felt yourself let go.

"That's it. Cum for me, babygirl." The sight of you trembling underneath him triggered his own orgasm. Your hands held the shoulders of the swordsman over you like he was a hero.

"Fucking hell." he breathed

He stilled and pulled his sopping wet cock out from your cunt and collapses on your right side.

And there you three lay, in post-orgasmic bliss. The sound of heavy breathing in your ears. Looking over at Law as you catch your breath, his hands rest on his abs. His eyes are closed and he has a soft smile on his face. This is probably the most relaxed you'd ever seen him. He looked...content. As if he knew you were staring, he opens his eyes and says,

"Are you alright?", bringing up his tatttoed fingers and brushing over your cheek.

"No, I don't think she is." Zoro speaks up on your behalf.

"I'm great actually." you laugh and turn to him. "Just a little worn out."

He laughs lightly while his chest still heaves up and down, returning your smile. "You look like you could pass out."

You were a little sleepy. There was a moment of silence before Law sat himself up. "I'll grab a towel to get yourself cleaned up. Understand?"

You nodded.

"Oh yeah, you go do that." Zoro stated, casually laying down on the bed with his arms resting behind his head as if sex wasn't still lingering in the air. "Can't have another crewmate's mess all over my sheets."

Law scoffs dismissively while putting on his shirt. "Not your damn crewmate."

Aaannd they're back.

sorry if the first half seemed rushed!!

[myshadowsbackstage]

“If You Didn’t Want to Stay, You Should’ve Just Left”

suna x reader

The door creaks open. Keys drop into the bowl.

“You smell like whiskey and smoke.” Your voice slices through the silence like a blade.

Suna freezes mid-step. You’re sitting at the kitchen table in one of his old shirts, hair a mess, face blank—but your eyes are sharp. He’s seen that look on you before. Usually right before he ruins something.

“Didn’t know I needed to check in with you,” he mutters.

You laugh. It’s not pretty. “You don’t. Not anymore. I stopped expecting that weeks ago.”

That hits, but he masks it with a shrug, heading to the fridge for water. “What do you want me to say?”

You scoff, standing up, slamming your hand on the table. “I want you to care, Rin.”

Silence. He takes a sip of water like he didn’t hear you.

“I want you to care enough to come home when you say you will. To text me. To notice when I stop talking because I know you’re not listening.”

His jaw tightens, but he keeps his back to you. “You think I don’t notice? I notice everything. I just don’t see the point in turning every little thing into a fight.”

“This isn’t a little thing!” you snap. “You walk in like you live in a hotel—come and go when you want, sleep next to me like a stranger, and then act like I’m too emotional when I ask where the hell you’ve been.”

He slams the water bottle on the counter, turning to face you finally. “I’ve been out because being here feels like walking on eggshells.”

Your breath catches.

“Because I never know what version of you I’m coming home to,” he continues, voice rising now. “You’re always angry, always waiting for me to mess up. Like I don’t already know I’m shit at this.”

“You are shit at this,” you spit, instantly regretting it, but too far in to back out now. “You don’t try. You don’t show up. You’re here, but you’re not with me, Rin.”

He swallows hard. You can tell it lands. But instead of backing down, he throws his walls higher.

“Then why are you still here?” he says, voice quieter now. More dangerous. “If I’m so impossible to love, why the hell are you still trying?”

That makes your chest cave.

“Because I love you,” you say, the words cracking in your throat. “And I thought you’d eventually love me back.”

Suna doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move. Just stares at you like he’s looking at a version of you he doesn’t recognize anymore.

And you realize—he doesn’t have an answer.

Your voice breaks again, softer this time. “If you didn’t want to stay, Rin… you should’ve just left.”

That’s when it hits him. All the silence he thought kept things safe, all the nights he convinced himself you were fine—it wasn’t protection. It was distance. And now? You’re at the edge.

He steps forward, regret all over his face—but you hold up your hand.

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Not unless you mean it.”

Because tonight? Half-love isn’t enough. Empty apologies won’t patch bullet wounds.

And Suna Rintarou finally sees it.

This time, he might lose you for real.

hope you guys enjoyed!

[myshadowsbackstage]

dryhumping with takuma, i need it my wife

i need it please im begging you

"babe, i can't ruin these pants i just washed them."

takuma keeps whining as if he isn't the one on top of you, rutting against you fully clothed. he's peppering kisses all over your face, moaning against your ear, just to complain some more.

"i have nothing else to change into, can't—god—can't cum like this."

you can feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing against your heat even through both of your clothes. he's biting down on his lip in this awkward desperation that makes you only want to buck your hips up against his even more than you already are.

"then take them off and fuck me, takuma," you try, but he's shaking his head like he's already weighed the pros and cons of doing so.

"can't stop," he sounds like he's tearing up. "feels too good, can't stop to undress, baby, need you now."

fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you up to press even harder against his constrained cock. he's rutting against you like he's in heat, rolling his hips and hissing our harsh noises of pleasure with each and every single movement.

it's not like you can blame him—you'd probably cry if he stopped now to undress the both of you, even if him finally sinking into you would feel like heaven. the pressure against your clit is ungodly, just a little longer and—

"fuuuck, holy fuck, nevermind im cumming," takuma is screwing his eyes shut and stalling his own mind by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss that send you over the edge as well. you can feel him tense, his dick throbbing against your clothed core as he spills into his pants in concert with your own orgasm.

"worth it."

[myshadowsbackstage]

Everything In Between

Pairing: Penguin x reader

Content: Strawhat!reader, mentions of alcohol, fluff, pining, secret crushes teehee, kissing🤭

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: ah yes, my favorite barely mentioned or seen side character🩷 also i know he’s not a main character or anything but like pls give this fic a chance anyway🤞🏽idk guys he’s just so fine to me, something about characters with hidden faces or masks… anyway halfway through writing i realized this reminds me a lot of the song “In Between” by Gracie Abrams (which is unreleased i think?) and so that’s where the title is from😇 enjoy! <3

Edited 2/11/24

As a Straw Hat Pirate, you’re happy to enjoy the many blessings that come with having a lax and fun-loving captain. You and your crew often have parties often for no reason in particular, and when there is one; the celebrations are even grander. It definitely wasn’t part of your original “10 year plan”, but you couldn’t be happier that you wound up on the crew.

Beyond frequent opportunities for food, music, and dancing; getting to meet people from all around the world is a close second in terms of your favorite part of being a pirate. You’ve been to more islands than you could count at this point, and flirted with met people from all walks of life. Royalty, civilians, government officials, other pirates… God, did you love the pirates.

The Heart Pirates were probably your favorite of all- outside of your own crew. Even before Luffy created an alliance with them, and you met them in passing on Saobody, you thought they were just great. So organized in their matching jumpsuits and everything- how neat! And the captain, Law, is a good looking guy, but he’s not the one who made you so giddy over simple glances that you would giggle and kick your feet in your room after being with him. No, that only happened when you were formally introduced to one of his subordinates- Penguin. You didn’t even really know the guy, but you were bored at a party one night and looking to have some fun. You ended the night with more feeling than you’d bargained for though; all because he came up and asked if you knew the difference between a Straw Hat and a Heart as a joke.

You cross your arms and tilt your head, intrigued, “No, what?”

“One’s a hat, and the other is a vital organ.” he says with a grin, red solo cup in hand. You can’t even see his eyes as he leans in, waiting for your reaction.

After a brief silence (which comes from you thinking, “this guy is seriously corny. And hot,”) you give him one in full; laughing like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Oh! You… You liked it!” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

Your laugh is bright and clear to him despite the loud party atmosphere which you’re standing just a few paces away from. He’s mesmerized; and it could just be the party-high talking, but Penguin thinks he’d do just about anything to make you laugh like that again. Because, little do you know, he’s always sort of admired you from afar.

As you come down from your fit of laughter, you ask if he has anymore jokes like that one. He shakes his head “no” with a bashful smile.

“Aww, that’s too bad.” You touch his arm as you continue, “What’s your name, funny guy?”

The simple touch causes his confidence to skyrocket, and he takes a small step toward you. “I’m Penguin,” he grins, “ and you’re y/n, right?”

You nod, “It’s nice to meet you, Penguin.”

“Soooo, you think I’m funny?”

“Mhm, your partner doesn’t tell you that?”

“Nope, no partners here. None at all, not with me.”

Another giggle slips past your lips, “Good, I’d hate to get you in trouble.”

His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “Why would we get in trouble?”

“Well, we’re flirting, aren’t we? Or I’m trying to flirt with you, at least.”

Penguin feels faint. How lucky was he; not only to have a pretty person like you so blatantly flirting with him, but to have you flirting with him. The object of a long distance, mostly delusion fueled affection he’d harbored for… Well, however long it’s been since he first saw you in Sabaody. He doesn’t even want to finish off his drink- and it’s only his first of the night! But if he does, he might not remember this moment.

He’s so caught up in the thought of you that’s he’s simply nodding at your words, “Something something… dance… music…” Your lips are so pretty, and your voice might be the most melodic thing to ever grace his ears- besides your laugh, of course. And your hands are so damn soft- which is unexpected for a pirate, but most fitting for someone of your beauty.

Wait, since when had you taken his hand? And led him away from the railing? …What had he agreed to go again?

Well, who knows, and who cares! He’d gladly let you lead him to your cabin right now, if that’s what’s happening, and once the door was closed he’d be more than willing to-

“Penguin? You ok?”

His cheeks flush when you look back at him “Yeah! I’m good, great even-“

You turn fully so you’re walking backwards, and take his other hand so both are interlocked. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”

Penguin realizes you’re standing closer to the source of the music (the skeleton man… what was his name?) and at the center of the deck. “No, no of course not…”

“Mkay,” you smile, putting one of his hands onto your waist and resting your now free hand on his shoulder.

“Ohhh, right: dancing.”

Penguin tries his best, really, but you find that he’s a mediocre dance partner. He steps on your feet multiple times over the course of just 2 songs, probably because his eyes stay trained on you rather than observing and following your movements. You call it quits on the 3rd song and tell him you’re going to get a drink.

“So much for having fun with a cute guy tonight.” you mutter to yourself under your breath before taking a sip of your drink. He was so zoned out, it’s like he wasn’t even interested all of a sudden. Major turn off… Scratch that, a major disappointment, considering you were still very much on.

That’s when Penguin finds you at the drink table, and pours himself some sort of liquor before he steps closer to talk to you. “So much for not drinking tonight, but I’m gonna need it.” he thinks to himself. He steps closer and waves at you.

“Hey y/n, so I uh…. I kind of lied. I don’t really know how to dance- not like you do, at least.”

You smile and wave off his concerns, “It’s fine, I had fun anyway.”

“Ok, good, good…”

He’s biting his lip, and even though you can’t see his eyebrows, you imagine them pinched together nervously. “What’s wrong?”

Penguin sighs dramatically and sets down his cup, “I’m not a liar, usually, I swear. I just wanted to impress you, you know?” This makes you laugh, though you try to reel it in for his sake. But damnit, it’s more than enough to ease his nerves and loosen his tongue. “I have a crush on you! And I think you’re-“

“Penguin.”

“…Yes?”

“You don’t have to comfort me, it’s really fine. We just talked for a little bit, I’m not hurt or anything…” you laugh.

“No I-“ he exhales, “y/n, I’ve liked you since I met you.”

“…We’ve met before?”

“Yeah, on Sabaody Archipelago.”

“…”

He waves his hands in front of his face, as if to reassure you that you’re not forgetting some vital piece of information. “We didn’t introduce ourselves or anything, but… I saw you. Every time after that, I tried to talk to you, but it never worked out. I guess tonight I got lucky though, right?

“Uh huh…” You don’t even really know what to say to that. So he’d admired you al this time… and you didn’t even know.

“Sorry, was that too much? I don’t want to weird you o-“

And since you don’t have the words, you settle on actions instead. With swift movements, you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a quick, but gentle kiss. You feel his hat being tipped back from the angle, so you hold the back of his head to prevent it from falling. This leads Penguin to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your bottom lip. With a gasp, your lips part, and it’s all he needs keep exploring your mouth and savoring the way it fits with his. You hum, at first because you’re enjoying it, then because you feel like you actually shouldn’t be doing this. Either way it creates a pleasant vibration against his lips, and he groans. Having only meant for it to be a small peck, and with the resurgence of the feeling that you’re doing something scandalous, you push him away.

Still breathing heavily, you apologize profusely. “I don’t even know why I did that, I’m sorry.”

Penguin is also panting after the heated kiss you share, but he stops you. “No, no don’t apologize!” He holds your face in both hands and kisses you again, though much more forcefully than you had.

When he pulls away to gauge your reaction, your expression turns from momentarily stunned to genuinely happy. You laugh. God, why do you have to always laugh and look so perfect around him? It’s killing him inside.

“Was that good orrr…?” This only makes your giggles louder, and you try to look away so you can quiet yourself, but he keeps your face turned towards his.

“M-mhm, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you-“

“Stop saying sorry!” Penguin sighs into your mouth as he kisses you once more, albeit softer this time and long enough for you to put your arms around his neck.

When you pull away, he grins while still mere inches away from your face. “So you liked it then?”

You shake your head with an equally bright smile. “I like you.”

[myshadowsbackstage]

pervy

wc: 0.5k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, suna x reader, smut, masturbation, not proofread.. pervy suna is the vision :3

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suna's not one to admit, unless caught red handed, that he is one heck of a pervert.

ever since you two started dating, you can't help but notice his eyes staring at you through the mirror whenever you changed in his bathroom. testing this theory, you always left a little visible crack to see if he'd be right behind the wooden border that divided the two rooms.

it was no coincidence either whenever you open your drawer to grab a new pair of undies or a bra to put on and see them out of order.. what a perv. always, you can't help but set up these "traps" to catch suna in the act. though, you haven't caught him fully in the act, just slightly.

a few days ago you slept over, and maybe left all your dirty clothes at his place to which he'd do the laundry for. heading over, you thought it'd be nice to help suna with the laundry since you should probably also take your stranded pieces of clothing home as well instead of just leaving it somewhere at his place.

whenever you came over, you never bothered to message him since you have his location. a tap away, is how you'll know suna's home, and of course he was.

using the spare key he gave you, you quietly turn the knob to do a sneak attack to surprise him. though, walking in, it was pitch silent. not a word, a sound. the lights were all off. you're thinking to yourself, something's weird, maybe he's still asleep since it's still early?

dropping your stuff on the couch, you walk to suna's room. at the door is when your ears start to pick up on something. though, it wasn't very audible. pressing your ear on the cold door, squeezing your eyes shut trying to focus on the sound.

okay well.. suna's definitely awake right?

biting your lip as you focused even harder, suna's groaning... and calling out for you? was he having a nightmare?

well shit, i gotta do something if he's having a nightmare.

putting a hand on his doorknob, you slowly and quietly twisted it to ensure he was napping. however, he wasn't… well, suna was rather engrossed in his own little hobby that made all the noise.

the moment you saw was the moment the door squeaked and caught suna's attention. making eye contacted as you both your eyes widened in shock, you slam the door shut behind you while your cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink.

there you go, you just caught suna in his perverted acts. you saw him sitting on his bed using your panties from the other night to help get him off. his t-shirt was held up using his teeth while he skillfully thrusted his cock up and down his grip that surrounded your panties that were damp with his essence.

his brows were so furrowed at the thought of you, pretending his hand was your warm and tight cunt that wrapped around his length. a sheen layer of sweat covered the top of his forehead while he a crease of pleasure spread upon his skin. his slender eyes were shut so tight the moment he was about to reach his climax till he heard the door squeak open.

maybe you should help suna out.

masterlist here

[myshadowsbackstage]

suna rintarou who knows how to tie the stem of a cherry into a knot with his tongue. who is intent on teaching you how to. who beckons you closer with a wave of two fingers, curling up against his palm.

"open," he hums, his nose caressing yours, hands splayed out on your thighs, fingertips pressing into your flesh.

when your lips part, he had already tipped his head towards yours, tongue sneaking into your mouth. he tastes warm, sweet; the pink muscle wet and teasing against yours. he pushes something rough into your mouth, the stem scratchy and faintly covered in cherry juice. it feels weird, foreign next to the familiar touch of him.

one hand of his sneaks back to grip your neck tightly, pushing your lips closer to his. his tongue moves swiftly, dancing around yours as you let him devour your mouth. victim to his demonstration, a thin trickle of spit smears on your chin and a slight gasp isn't far behind.

within a couple seconds, he pulls back and lets you feel out the knot he tied in the stem.

"how—?"

a faint chuckle escapes him, and he broadens his tongue, licking up the remnants of spit on your chin up to your mouth.

he murmurs against you, "let me show you again."

he says that but when he gets up on his knees and looks down at you, thumb pulling down your lower lip to inspect your gums, your teeth, the red of your swollen mouth, the cherry stem is fast forgotten.

instead, there's a vulgar twitch in his lazy grin and an amused glint in his sharp eyes.

"open," he says again, and when you listen, beads of spit drop from his lolled tongue into your awaiting mouth.

blushed cheeks, heavy breath, crazed look in his eyes at how readily you take anything he gives you. for a second, he wonders how your mouth would look like with his cum and saliva painted all over your lips like his own special brand of lip gloss. he aches, and his spine catches fire at the fantasy.

before you know it, it's just him licking the inside of your mouth, hips grinding up your thigh, one hand of his buried in your hair to press you closer to him, the other shoved down your pants to find how wet you are.

rutting against your leg, he kisses you messily, sloppy; his pants growing wetter and wetter with each groan that leaves your mouth, because fuck, he can't wait to make a mess out of you, mix both of your fluids together like one of those damn witch's concoctions you brewed as kids, lick it all off you again, lose himself in your mouth and your heat.

his abdomen squeezes and your thighs tremble.

his cum, spit, your arousal — check, check, check.

TAGLIST | @takes1 ; @lale-txt (suffer with me, lale)

[myshadowsbackstage]

suna rintarō who wakes up sore and hungover the night after the inarizaki class reunion. who is currently trapped in his own bed because there's not only one, but two of his former high school crushes tangled up with him in the sheets, all of their clothes very much discarded from the frontdoor to the bedroom. osamu is sprawled out on his back and taking up most of the space, the blanket draped just below his happy trail, leaving little to no room for imagination. meanwhile you are curled up to his other side, your face nestled in the crook of his neck, your breath hot and heavy against his skin, one leg hooked over his middle.

it's sticky, it's dizzying, it's everything he ever dreamed of.

suna rintarō who reaches for his phone, snapping a photo, just for himself, for the memories because fuck, he needs them, no matter what their old slogan said. who opens his gallery and now slowly recalls just what exactly happened the night prior, his cock twitching to new life. who now has the biggest, shit-eating grin plastered across his face for a man who got wrecked by the most sinful duo just a few hours ago.

who can't wait for them to do it again and again and again.

[myshadowsbackstage]

suna with his collarbones all marked up, galaxies decorating his skin. skin wet from your spit and your transparent glossy cum and bite marks littered all over his chest.

he looks at you with half-lidded eyes; the button of his jeans undone, the tip of his cock peaking out, pre-cum pooling on his stomach.

you got his arms caged underneath your thighs as you grind down on his abdomen, as he's flexing his core for you. he watches with a lazy grin, cock straining, stomach fluttering.

he exhales with a soft laugh, tensing up when you tremble, "good baby."

[myshadowsbackstage]

Rainy mornings — Oikawa tooru

-haikyuu

Synopsis: a morning with your dramatic bf | oikawa x female reader, fluff

~1k words | my masterlist for haikyu|

The soft patter of rain against the window was the first thing you noticed when you stirred awake. The gray morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a cool, muted glow over the room. You shifted slightly under the blanket, the warmth beside you making it impossible to move too far.

Oikawa lay next to you, half-asleep, his messy brown hair sticking up in different directions. His face was relaxed, lips slightly parted, and his breathing slow and steady. One of his arms was lazily draped over your waist, holding you close as if he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

You turned slightly, brushing a hand through his soft hair, and he made a sleepy sound of protest, nuzzling his face into the pillow.

“Mmm… too early,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Stay here.”

“It’s already morning,” you whispered, smiling.

Oikawa cracked one eye open, barely, before shutting it again. “Morning doesn’t exist when it’s raining,” he mumbled, tightening his hold on you. “It’s the law. We have to sleep in.”

You chuckled, feeling the vibrations of his voice against your skin. “Oh? And who made that law?”

“Me.” His voice was smug, but drowsy, the last syllable dragging as he tried to keep from slipping back into sleep.

You sighed dramatically. “Well, if it’s a law, I guess I have no choice.” Oikawa hummed in approval, a soft smile playing at his lips as he buried his face against your shoulder.

The rain continued to fall outside, and with Oikawa holding you close, the world beyond the warmth of the bed could wait just a little longer.

"still sore from yesterday's match tooru?" you asked after a while. Oikawa let out a low whine, burying his face deeper into your shoulder. “Don’t remind me,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

You ran a hand gently down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles even through the fabric of his shirt. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you said, amused.

He sighed dramatically, shifting just enough to peek up at you through half-lidded eyes. “My legs feel like they’re made of lead. My back is stiff. And worst of all,” he paused, lips curling into a pout, “you’re bullying me first thing in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m not bullying you. I’m being a very loving and concerned partner.”

Oikawa let out a sleepy chuckle, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your waist. “Then as my very loving and concerned partner, shouldn’t you be taking care of me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what exactly does His Highness want?”

He hummed, clearly enjoying your attention. “A massage,” he declared, stretching slightly before groaning at the soreness in his body. “And maybe some breakfast in bed. And cuddles. Lots of cuddles.”

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re so needy in the morning.”

Oikawa only smiled, eyes fluttering shut again as he nuzzled closer. “Only because I have the best person to be needy with.”

You sighed dramatically, dragging your fingers through his messy hair. "Fine, fine. I’ll give you a massage, but breakfast in bed is pushing it."

Oikawa let out a satisfied hum, shifting onto his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. “Mmm, That’s my good girl.”

Shaking your head, you straddled his lower back, your hands smoothing over his tense shoulders. The rain outside only added to the cozy atmosphere as you slowly began working the knots out of his muscles, pressing your thumbs into the stiff areas.

He let out a deep groan, his whole body melting beneath your touch. "That feels so good,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow.

You smirked. "What would you do without me, Tooru?"

"Wither away,” he said dramatically, turning his head to the side so he could look up at you with tired, pleading eyes. “You’re the only thing keeping me alive right now.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at your lips. "You're so dramatic."

"And you're perfect darling," he shot back, his voice softer now, laced with genuine affection.

Your heart fluttered at how effortlessly he said it, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You softened your touch, kneading the sore spots on his back more gently this time. The rain outside kept falling in a rhythmic patter, and the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapped around you both like a warm blanket.

Oikawa sighed contentedly. "You know," he murmured, voice thick with drowsiness again, "if you keep spoiling me like this, I might just fall back asleep with you."

You leaned down, letting your lips ghost against his ear. "Then who's going to make us breakfast?"

He groaned, turning onto his side so he could face you, his brown eyes still heavy with sleep. "Can't we just stay like this all day?"

You smiled, brushing his hair away from his face. "Tempting, but you’d probably complain about being hungry within the hour."

Oikawa gasped, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense. "You make me sound so predictable."

"You are predictable," you teased, poking his forehead.

He pouted before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you down against his chest. "Fine. Five more minutes, and then we can get up," he bargained.

You sighed, knowing full well that "five minutes" would turn into ten, then twenty. But as the rain continued to fall, and Oikawa held you close, warm and content, you figured there was no harm in staying just a little longer.

Soft Oikawa hours

[myshadowsbackstage]

Can i req some reaction headcanons to Kondos reaction on being asked out and then being told that the s/o loves him? honestly this monkey man needs more love

YES HE DOES

Kondo Isao Headcanons:

Unexpectedly, Kondo smirks from the corner of his mouth, shaking his head as his hands rest on his hips.

“Alright, you got me,” he holds out his hands in surrender, still smiling. “Who is it? Okita? Yorozuya?”

You stare at him. “What?”

Kondo starts guffawing a full-bellied laugh. “Great acting, too! But really, who is it? Who set you up to this?”

Kondo genuinely believes that he’s being pranked! After years of being spurned by Otae and the entire female population, our Shinsengumi commander has long since believed that the only woman willing to take him would be of the ape-variety, not the homosapien-variety. So, when you had asked him out, he had no other choice than to assume that someone was trying to play a very cruel prank on him.

The only way to convince him is to seal the deal-- kiss him. 

Quickly, you dart forward, pressing your lips against his, a brief, warm moment, before pulling away. He’s frozen in place, his cheeks still pulled into a smile. 

A hand lifts up to touch his mouth. “Eh?” 

The lightbulb is flickering, barely illuminating his dark mind. “Eh? Eh? EH?” Kondo looks at you, then his hand, then to you, then back to his hand. The little Kondos in his brain are frantically running around, pulling apart files and cabinets, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened?! “You- but- what- you- me-” His lips are a blur of movement. 

“KISS?!” 

It takes him hours to just process it, that someone had willing kissed him without any strings or ill-intentions, and most importantly, they want to date him. 

His answer in the end to your sincere proposal? Y E S!

And if you thought his reaction to you asking him out was overwhelming, just wait ‘til you tell him that you love him...

Because, of course, he cries. 

Big, fat tears are pushed out of his cornea as Kondo hears those three special words. He’s practically bawling like a baby and throwing his arms around you in a hug, leaning his head down against your shoulder. 

“I love you too!” He sniffs. “I love you!”

Your big, teary gorilla-man. 

[myshadowsbackstage]

Self-indulgent Ino drabble under the cut!! (18+)

Ino gets sooo fucked out just giving oral. His tongue lazily spells out his name, eyes locked onto your face so he can see every reaction, ears straining for every whine escaping your throat. His hands grip your legs and keep them pinned against the bed, not letting up for anyone or anything.

He doesn’t listen to your cries for him to stop, saying you’re way too overstimulated, he’s too busy focusing on the squelch your sopping cunt makes when he shoves his fingers back into the poor hole. He can feel how close you are (again), and he wants needs that sweet nectar to gush onto his tongue. He’ll stop at nothing to get it. To taste you even more.

When you finally do come again, he’s a groaning mess. Moving his hands to your ass and squeezing while he tastes your essence, quiet “thank you”s being repeated like a mantra. You’d be able to tell he creamed his pants at least once with the way he’s acting, if you weren’t so out of it yourself. His hips worked against the bed frame while he was tasting your wondrous juices, sweats sure to be stained by the translucent liquid. Those can wait for tomorrow, he decides in his mind, kicking off the pants and boxers. Right now, he wants to feel your poor weeping cunt squeeze around him.

And squeeze it will. He sinks into you, hands rubbing your hips, mouth busy on a hardened nipple. Your cries of pleasure are absolute music to his ears. His own needy whines are muffled by hurried sucks on your breast, his hips thrusting as far as they’ll go into you. Your body pushes into the bed as he tries burying his cock into your fluttering walls.

You come before he does, being overly sensitive causing you to see white as he continues to hit that spot inside you relentlessly. You’re convinced you’ll pass out before he’s done, but his weight then crushes you as you feel him come. He groans into your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses into the skin. Your arms, despite feeling like putty, move to his head. You spend the rest of the night under his comforting weight, a feeling you’ll never get tired of. And neither will he.

[myshadowsbackstage]

The studio was quiet except for the soft hum of the speakers and the occasional click of your mouse as you worked through the mix. Law sat behind you, half-slouched on the worn leather couch with a drink in hand, watching you like he had something to say.

And, of course, he did.

“You know, if you actually balanced the reverb properly, it wouldn’t sound like shit,” he muttered, tilting his head.

Your jaw clenched. “I literally just started adjusting it.”

“Well, you’re doing a terrible job.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, turning just enough to glare at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Mr. ‘Plays-the-Same-Three-Chords’ was suddenly an expert in production.”

Law raised a brow. “That’s rich coming from Miss Overcomplicates-Everything.”

“Oh, screw you,” you snapped, pushing away from the desk and standing up. “You think you’re a genius because you can criticize, but what do you even contribute, huh?”

“I contribute the part that actually makes people want to listen to our songs,” he shot back, standing too.

You let out a dry laugh. “Oh my God, your ego is insane.”

He smirked, stepping closer. “And your attitude is exhausting.”

You stepped forward too. “You are so full of yourself.”

“And you are incapable of taking constructive criticism.”

Now you were chest-to-chest breath short, shoulders tense.

Your eyes burned into his—furious, challenging. “I swear to God, if I have to hear your voice for another second—”

“What? You gonna cry about it?” Law’s voice was low, teasing, but there was something else beneath it.

Your hands curled into fists. “Oh, I hate you.”

“Right back at you.”

Silence.

Your breaths mingled in the narrow space between you, fast and shallow. Neither of you moved. Neither of you backed down.

You saw it—the way Law’s gaze flickered down to your lips for the briefest second. Barely there, but enough.

Wait.

Were both of you leaning in?

You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, your lips collided—hard, desperate, like you were trying to shut each other up in the only way that would actually work.

Maybe you’d regret it later.

It was messy, all teeth and tension, but neither of you pulled away. You weren’t sure who deepened the kiss first—him or you—but suddenly, it wasn’t just a collision. It was a battle.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin like he was daring you to push him off. You didn’t. Instead, you fisted the front of his shirt, yanking him closer, because if he thought you’d be the first to pull away, he was wrong.

Law’s lips curled against yours, like he was smirking—even now, even like this. “Kiss like you mean it, smartass,” he muttered, voice low, teasing.

You bit his bottom lip, almost in retaliation.

Law inhaled sharply, grip tightening. “Figures. Always so aggressive.”

“Shut up.” You crashed into him again, walking him back, except—

Your foot caught on the edge of the producer’s desk.

And suddenly, you were falling.

You hit the desk with a dull thud, tangled together in a mess of limbs, papers scattering everywhere.

Law let out a breathless chuckle. “Oh, great. You can’t even make out properly—”

You shoved at his chest. “Maybe if you weren’t in my way—”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you right back against him. “Oh, please. You’re the one who tripped.”

You were so close again, noses almost touching, breath mingling in the dimly lit studio.

Your pulse pounded in your ears. You should shove him away. You should.

Instead, you kissed him again.

Law groaned against your lips, flipping you so you were the one against the table now, his hands bracing on either side of your body. His mouth moved with yours in that same relentless, challenging rhythm—like you were still fighting, just without words.

Somewhere between gasps and half-bitten insults, you managed to mutter, “You’re—so—fucking—annoying—”

Law grinned against your lips. “And you—talk too much—”

You barely had time to glare before he grabbed your hand and pulled you—

Straight into the recording booth.

You stumbled inside, nearly knocking over the mic stand. The door swung shut behind you, muffling the outside world. It was just the two of you now, the dim LED glow casting blue and red across your skin, your breaths uneven, hearts racing.

Your back hit the padded wall of the booth, and Law was there again, bracing himself over you, gaze dark—like he was still debating whether to keep kissing you or start another argument.

Your tongue darted briefly over your bottom lip, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “If you have something to say, say it.”

Law studied you, eyes flickering between your own and your mouth, fingers brushing against the side of your neck. His voice was quieter now, rougher.

“Yeah?” He leaned in, lips ghosting over your jaw, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Maybe I just like pissing you off.”

You exhaled sharply. “Congratulations, then. You’re great at it.”

Law smirked against your skin. “I know.”

And then he kissed you again—slower this time. Deeper. Like he was really tasting you. Like he had all the time in the world.

You hated how dizzy it made you feel.

But you didn’t stop him.

You didn’t want to.

Not yet.

[myshadowsbackstage]

❦ WALKING IN ON YOU

ft. zoro and law

cw: fem!reader, nudity (lol duh), law is a tiny bit of a perv

—zoro

yells at YOU, like it’s YOUR fault that he got lost and entered the woman’s bath. tries to use anger to cover up the fact that his ears are burning red at the sight of you holding the small towel against your body to cover yourself (it’s not doing a very good job). can’t even form a coherent sentence as he watches the droplets of water cascade down your skin.

zoro stifled a yawn, the only sound that echoed down the hall besides the rhythmic pattern of his feet along the wooden floor. after a long day of training it was nice to have a hot bath and release the tension in his muscles.

the only problem was that he had no idea where he was going. this town’s weird bath house had no signs or arrows directing anywhere, but with his swordsman intuition he recognized the path he was heading on.

and once he found the baths he wasted no time in opening the curtain wide and waltzing in—only to freeze dead in his tracks at the sight of you. naked. dripping.

your eyes were wide, caught in the headlights and unable to move as you stared right back at zoro.

he took you in, skin still damp, the small towel in your hands in the process of drying your head. he’d seen you everyday but this felt different. it felt so much more intimate that it had zoro admiring your body—the curves, the scars, everything he could catch a glimpse of. and sure, zoro was dense, but now, with you in front of him, he could finally understand why the stupid cook was all over you.

it was only when a stray droplet of water fell from your hair to the ground that zoro finally felt the heat travel up his neck and all the way to his ears.

“what the hell are you doing, woman!” he screamed. this seemed to snap you out of your trance as well, as you snapped the towel against your body in an attempt to hide as much as you could.

“the he’ll am i doing?” you shouted back. “what the hell are you doing!”

“this is the men’s bath!”

“no, it isn’t!”

zoro was about to reprimand you again when he finally took a second to look around and noticed nami and robin’s clothes neatly folded on the bench.

“zoro!” you yelled, and his attention drew back to your body. “get out!”

but when he finally left the bath, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind. the blush on his face refused to budge as he stalked down the hall, now even more in need of a bath.

—law

malfunctions. thought he heard ‘come on in’ when you said ‘hold on a min’ and immediately combusts upon seeing your boobs. you’re almost as dumbfounded as he is, but regain some kind of composure to start yelling at him to get out. and bless this man, he can barely comprehend anything when he sees you like this and spins around to leave, only to hit his head on the doorway.

law was psyching himself up. he had been outside your door for almost two minutes trying to build up the courage to knock. the polar tang had just docked on a new island and he wanted to ask if you’d want to go walk around town with him. he shouldn’t have been so nervous, you were a member of his crew and a friend, but recently he’d been wanting to spend more time with you—try to figure out these feelings bubbling up inside him.

so he finally knocked, feeling his heartbeat in his ears as he did so. and once he heard your respond from the other side he opened the door.

“y/n-ya, i was wondering if you wa—“ but he couldn’t finish his question.

as soon as he saw you, clad only in your underwear bottoms, arms wrapped around yourself as you attempted to hook your bra, he choked on his words.

his eyes immediately fell to your boobs, not yet constrained by the fabric around them and almost fully on display for his gaze only. he couldn’t believe it. all those days in your boiler suit had him (guiltily) fantasizing what you were hiding underneath, only able to see you when they’d stop by an island and you’d dress in casual clothes. but here, now, had almost all of his dreams fulfilled as he witness the curves of your body and your soft tits in front of him. images flashed in his mind that he only allowed at night within the security of his bedroom.

he only came to when you nearly screeched.

“oh my god, law!” your arms came around to hug yourself, unintentionally squeezing your boobs. “get out!”

he blinked out of his daze. realizing his mouth was hung open, he shut it and spun around immediately, only to smack his forehead against the wall.

you called him again, this time out of concern but he ignored you. instead nearly scrambling through the entrance and slamming the door behind him.

he doesn’t think his heart had ever beaten this fast before, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the image of your gorgeous body out of his head.

[myshadowsbackstage]

Feeling Your Love | Hijikata x F!Reader

Summary: It wasn’t an ill-intentioned comment. You knew it. It was something Kamiyama even mentioned as some sort of joke. It wasn’t deeper than that. Wasn't it?

angst with a happy ending, pseudo/brief spoilers of the Mitsuba arc, negligence(?), I don't think there's much to warn about, but let me know if I missed something that seemed important.

W/c: 3.1k

a/n: Does anyone even read Gintama anymore?

Sometimes I forget you and the vice commander are a couple.

Granted, you knew what you were getting into when you started your relationship. Hijikata is a stoic man, he likes to project an image according to his reputation. The demonic vice commander of the Shinsengumi would be caught dead before being seen cuddling in public. Farthest he would go was taking your hand, and that was pushing it, he would prefer for you to hold his arm as you walk. So naturally, it would be normal for the rest of the Shinsengumi to not see you as Hijikata’s partner. Even if you spend almost everyday at their quarters, helping with some errands or cleaning the place a bit, just to spend more time with your lover. Even if, alongside Kondo, you were the only one who would call him “Toshi”. And even if you tried to steal a few kisses on his cheeks once in a while just to make him blush.

At the privacy of your home the story was different, behind closed doors, Hijikata was an attentive and generous partner. A gentle lover. He would whisper sweet nothings between kisses, about how mesmerizing you looked with your kimono that day, or he would like to spend an hour or two, laying on bed, half naked just caressing and feeling your body, with your relaxed breathing as the music that accompanied him as he tried to memorize every inch of you, not only with his eyes, but also with his touch, his ears, his nose, every sense invested in silent devotion, so if one day he was ever to lose any of them, he would still remember how it felt.

Private and public Hijikata were to different people. You knew that better than anyone. Then why did it sting so much when Kamiyama said that.

Another day at the Shinsengumi headquarters started and as soon as the opportunity to be far away from Hijikata arose, you took it. Your mind had been dwelling way too much in that inner conflict of yours, and seeing him only made you spiral further and further, you needed to think of something else if you wanted to keep your sanity. So thanks Yamazaki appeared struggling with a few boxes and documents piled one under the other, trying not to let any of them fall.

After that, you maintained your routine, walking around the place, helping some of the guys, and occasionally your lover. If Hijikata noticed that you didn’t try to kiss his cheeks when you finished the favor, he didn’t comment on it.

At midday, you came back with the bag of food Sougo had entrusted you with for lunch. You looked out for him around the building, and found him outside, taking a nap. You planned on leaving the food next to him, silently, not wanting to disturb him, yet he had other plans in mind.

“Thank you.” He startled you.

“Oh, you’re welcome. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was” You looked at him as he took off his sleeping mask, confused, yet decided not to say anything. This was Sougo we were talking about.

“Okay, enjoy your food then, is there anything else you need? I’m going with Toshi to make him eat something, but I could do one more errand before that”

“Is everything between you okay?”

“I’m sorry?” He seemed to ponder his next words.

“You know I like to mess with him, right?”

“Yes, I am very aware of that, Sougo” You deadpanned, remembering all the times he almost left you without your lover. “You are very vocal about it too”

“So you know I’m always keeping an eye on him”

“Sougo, I don’t know if I’m following”

“I notice the changes, y/n, even the small ones, that’s what I’m saying” You both looked each other in the eye, only the distant bicker of the Shinsengumi was heard. Before you could come up with something to say, he broke eye contact and started setting up his food “Just wanted to check up. You are dismissed, go and enjoy Hijikata as long as you can, I may be successful in my goals one of these days”

You sighed as the tension dissipated (Was there even tension in the first place?). Waved him goodbye for the moment and went to your boyfriend, convincing yourself you were paranoid with all the things going on inside your head.

He may have brushed it off in front of you, but this was Sougo, and if he excelled at something was at keeping people on their toes. You would be hyper aware of your boyfriend, and that fucking kid, getting lost in your thoughts, or getting startled if any of those two merely looked at you. 

“Y/n!”

You stopped and turned around following the source of the call. It was Isao. “Kondo? What's wrong?” He smiled and approached excitedly. Way too excited.

“You’re a woman, right?” You inhaled, preparing yourself, knowing anything could come up from that man’s mouth.

“Last I checked, yes, I am”

“Then how…” A beat, and for a moment he seemed, actually, kind of ashamed “How do you make a woman fall in love with you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s just” He pulled his hair, groaning “I have tried everything, but Otae seems absolutely immune to my charms, I’m looking for new ways to caught her attention”

“For starters, you could stop… visiting unannounced”

“Y/n! I’m being serious! I need real advice” You sighed again, trying to think of something he could find useful, as annoying as Kondo could be when it came to his affections, he meant well, and if you were honest, you would like to see him settling down with someone to keep him company.

“Make her feel special”

“But how?!”

“Be thoughtful,” he tilted his head, silently asking for you to elaborate “show her that she’s special for you, and let her know you want people to know you’re serious about it, and not just trying to find a way to sleep with her, or to have a body next to you at night, or just someone to get your dick warm” You gasped, just noticing that as you spoke, your speed increased. “Sorry” 

You looked him in the eye, and saw his face had changed. It was still curious, but his eyes weren’t daydreaming anymore, you saw that focused shine his eyes got anytime he read through someone’s shell. It was something you noticed during your time in the Shinsengumi. Even though everyone constantly made fun of him, Isao was a highly observant man, especially when it came to his people’s feelings. And as much as it warmed your heart to know that he was considering you one of them, you weren’t prepared for him trying to inquire in your mind right now. 

“I’m sorry, Kondo, one of the guys ask me to buy him a cake from the shop, I gotta go before they run out of them” And as you basically run away from him, Kondo chose to stay silent at the fact that you never spoke of someone without using their names, or how a cake shop hardly would run out of it.

Something at the back of Hijikata’s mind tried to set an alarm of something being off with you, but he had ingrained the fact that, if something were to be wrong, you would go and ask him to talk about it, so if you hadn’t reached to him, then it mustn't be something so terrible, and then he forgot about it. Sougo, on the other hand, kept his silent watch, he noticed how you always asked if anyone needed one more errand before going to Hijikata, instead of going directly after a certain hour like you used to. How you entertained Kondo’s antics a little bit more, making Hijikata wait for you instead of going home as soon as the end of the shift allowed it. How sometimes Hijikata would be talking to you and then you would have to ask him to repeat himself, since you were distracted. And Hijikata, Hijikata didn’t show anything.

It was the end of the week, and after Kondo seek him out just to ask him if he, too, noticed the rare air between the “lovebirds” (as he liked to called you two), to which he had to feign delusion or else Kondo would drag him to one of his plans, he decided he needed to do something, and fast. Or at least, before his commander decided to act on his own.

“Hijikata!”

“What do you want?” answered the other, without letting his eyes off of the reports.

“I have information on that terrorist Katsura”

“What is it?” Now, he was watching him.

“I can’t say it here, is top secret information”

“Sougo, we are alone”

“I can’t say it, we need to go to one of the meeting rooms” Hijikata took the cigarette hanging on his lips and threw it to the floor, stepping on it. He knew Sougo enough, he would have to follow his theatrics if he wanted to know what he was actually hiding.

Hijikata went with Sougo to one of the meeting rooms, and he couldn’t help but notice that it was one of the farthest rooms, away from the main hall and most of the noise. When Hijikata got inside, Sougo spurted “I forgot something” and closed the door before Hijikata could even react, letting him locked up.

“Sougo!, hey, Sougo!” Hijikata sighed and decided to sit on the floor, back to the wall, waiting for Okita to finish his tantrum or for someone else to come up near the place, so he could ask for help, right now, it was absolutely useless.

Not even 5 minutes passed when he felt footsteps on the corridor, he was about to scream for help, when he heard your voice in the next room.

“Sougo, what are we doing here?”

“Sougo, what are we doing here?” You were confused to say the least, Sougo had approached you saying something about needing help without offering any more detail.

“Sit” 

“Sougo, I am kind of busy right now, I promised Yamazaki I would help him sort some information he gathered in yesterday’s mission, and if you ask me, he seemed really overwhelmed, I don’t really have time to play games, right now.”

“Why don’t you break up with Hijikata?”

“Excuse me?” You were taken back to say the least, so much that you didn’t hear the thud that sounded suspiciously close to someone hitting his head with the wall in the next room.

“Why don’t you break up with–”

“No, I heard you, I meant… what?”

“You aren’t subtle, y/n, Hijikata may be a constipated idiot, but I have eyes” At that, you went and sat in front of him.

“What do you mean?”

“You tell me, that comment made you sit, didn’t it?” You looked at him in the eyes, there was something behind them, like he was trying to prove something but you couldn’t pinpoint what, or to whom, his eyes had that kind of faraway look as if he were looking at something beyond you.

“Okay, first of all I am not breaking up with him, I think, it’s just…”

“You think?” 

“No, I am not doing it”

“But you weren’t sure”

“Stop!” You almost screamed, overwhelmed by the sudden interrogation, confused even by your own feelings. “I know you’ve noticed my… weird attitude lately, it’s just… you know him, and I do too, I know how he is, I’m not gonna ask more about him, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if… if he really loves me” Sougo was about to interject, but you didn’t let him “Like, I know he likes me, but… sometimes I do wish for him to be a little more affectionate, maybe?” You finished, unsure of what you were saying, the truth is that since you occupied your mind with chores, you didn’t even try to face or understand your own feelings, and now, being pushed by Okita’s pressure, it felt like you were throwing everything up. “When we’re alone, he’s perfect, he’s attentive and everything anyone could dream of, but when we are in public, that’s just… gone. It’s like I’m with a completely different person, and I know that’s just him, I love him, but does he love me or just my body?”

This time, a deafening silence fell between you two.

“Sorry, sorry, that was horrible, I shouldn’t have said that, I make him sound like he’s an asshole or something, it’s not like that, I swear, it’s–”

“Y/n, you don’t have to justify anything you say to me.”

“I’m sorry” Another short silence.

“Break up with him”

“Why are you so insistent with that?”

“He doesn’t make you feel loved, does he?”

“He does!”

“Doesn’t sound like it”

“Why do you care so much?!”

And Sougo wishes not to know the answer to that question. He swears to all the gods and deities, because he would rather die than pass through this again. But he knows. He knows exactly why he cares, and it’s because looking at you; your face, the adoration on your eyes whenever you saw Toshirou, that calm demeanor that surrounded both of you when you were together.

You reminded him way too much of Mitsuba.

“Because I am not letting that moron breaking any more hearts”

After that, Sougo let you go. A quiet understanding passed between you two that that conversation was meant to never be mentioned again. You both have made way too personal confessions to each other. You kept thinking about it, and now that you voiced your concerns out loud, things didn’t feel so dense. There wasn’t that fog on your mind anymore, you still felt a bit unsure and thought that you should speak to Hijikta about it. If it made Sougo this concerned, maybe there was an issue worth talking about after all. You kept wandering the place, absentmindedly helping the guys. You passed through Toshirou’s office once, but he wasn’t there. Maybe he got a call on the field while you were away speaking with Okita.

After helping Yamazaki sorting what you promised, you decided it would be a day for you. You did a few rounds, still not finding your lover, and when you were about to go to Kondo, asking about it, you saw him appear through the same corridor you passed just a few hours ago.

“Hey, sweetheart” You called him, he looked at you for a few seconds, you noticed an almost millimetric frown on his lips, and when you were about to ask if everything was alright, he hugged you. “T-Tosshi?”

You didn’t mind the affection, but this was so out of character for him, that you couldn’t help but notice the headquarters going silent. All the Shinsengumi looking at you, confused, expectant, but everyone, in complete and utter silence.

When he let go of you, he looked you in the eye, hands on your shoulders, he kind of reminded you of some kind of feral animal repressing his anxiety. “Why don’t we go try that new ramen place that opened down the street? I heard excellent reviews, I thought you may like it”

“Uhm, o-okay”

“Wait here” He went to his office, you stayed there, looking at the place he was just standing, and then you looked around, everyone was still watching you. You and the rest of the Shinsengumi looked at each other for a moment, as if asking the other, hey, did that really happened?, only when Hijikata’s footsteps coming back were heard, the place slowly resumed their tasks.

Toshirou came back with all of your belongings, ready to get out of the Shinsengumi quarters. “Let’s go” he took your hand, and if you were about  to say anything, now you weren’t, because: He. Took. Your. Hand.

“Tosshi, is everything alright?” You saw him flinch, and then gave you an awkward smile as you made your way out of headquarters.

“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?

“Well, you seem… let’s say volatile” He waited for you to be a bit further away from the Shinsengumi.

“I… I don’t know if we should have this conversation in the street” He looked troubled, and you felt your stomach sinking. He must have sensed it, because he immediately looked at you, and judging by the expression on his face when he saw yours, you were pretty transparent about it. “No! No! Don’t worry, it is nothing terrible, I  hope, I think, ugh”

He groaned and let go of your hand for a moment to light up a cigarette. He took a drag of it, and feeling a little bit more composed, he took your hand again.

“I heard you”

You kept your eyes on him, waiting for elaboration, but then the implications of that sentence clicked on your brain, and he knew you didn’t need any more explanation.

“Oh”

“Yes, ‘Oh’”

“I didn’t know you felt like that”

“I didn’t tell you” A beat.

“Why?”

“I thought… I thought everything was inside my head, which if you think about it, it was.” He chuckled “Kamiyama just made a comment about us, and I let it go to my head”

“What did he say?” He replied, sounding a bit more defensive than what he intended.

“Tosshi…”

“I’m curious! I won’t do anything to him, I swear”

“I hope so” You pushed him playfully “He just said something about him forgetting we were a couple, cause we never act like it in public… or not as much as others do, and I thought, maybe you were ashamed of me, or that you didn’t really love me, which is ridiculous, because I know you do, my brain knows that, but I couldn’t help to feel… I don’t know, alluded”

“It’s fine, I get it”

“No, it’s not”

“It is, because it doesn’t matter how many times I tell you ‘I love you’ if I don’t have actions to back up that statement” At that, you stayed silent, unable to refuse. “I’ll do better from now on. Don’t expect gigantic gestures or poems, you know I’m not cut for that, but I swear I’ll find a way, small ways, at least one each day, to remind you how important you truly are for me” And for the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to relax, showing him that smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“And I’ll make sure to do the same for you”

[myshadowsbackstage]

Truth or Dare Chaos

one piece surprise character x fem!reader

everyone decide to play a truth or dare game to end the celebration in a good mood, but if someone uses the chance to actually confess to you?

words count: 2.2k

tags: post-wano celebration, humor, fluff, unexpected confession

masterlist || ko-fi

The Wano celebration is in full swing, a festival of victory and relief. Lanterns glow in the night sky, laughter echoes through the streets, and sake flows like a river. After years of struggle, the alliance between the Straw Hats, Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates, and even the samurai, finally freed them.

But while the streets are alive with music and dancing, a much rowdier event unfolds inside one of the large banquet halls.

“Truth or dare!” Luffy declares, slamming a cup onto the floor with a grin.

You blink “Seriously?”

“Seriously!” Usopp chimes in, waving his hands “Come on, y/n, we just saved the world! Time for some real challenges!”

Zoro scoffs from his seat, already drinking “This is dumb.”

“Oh?” Nami smirks “Too scared, swordsman?”

Zoro’s eye twitches “Tch. Fine, whatever.”

Kid folds his arms, eyeing the growing group with suspicion “This is a waste of time”

“Sounds like someone’s scared” Law mutters, sipping his drink.

Kid glares “Shut the hell up, Trafalgar!”

Soon, the game is in full swing, pirates of all kinds gathered in a messy circle, some sitting on the floor, others lounging on cushions. The sake-fueled dares begin lightheartedly—Franky dances in his underwear, Usopp has to mimic Kaido’s laugh (horribly), and Robin sweetly forces Brook to write a love poem about his own skull.

Then, the dares escalate.

“Zoro, I dare you to wear lipstick” Nami announces with a wicked grin.

Everyone turns to the swordsman. His scowl deepens “No.”

“You have to” Luffy says through a mouthful of meat.

“Like hell I do—”

Before Zoro can react, Sanji appears at his side, a bright red lipstick in hand “Hold still, Marimo~”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The room bursts into chaos as Zoro dodges, but in the end, Nami’s iron grip on his wallet forces him to comply. The result? A grumpy, lipstick-wearing swordsman with crossed arms and a murderous aura.

“Beautiful” you tease, and he glares daggers at you.

More dares roll in—Kid has to admit that Luffy is stronger than him (his soul nearly leaves his body), Law has to wear one of Chopper’s hats, and Yamato is dared to chug a whole bottle of sake.

Then it’s your turn.

“Alright, y/n,” Usopp announces dramatically “Truth or dare?”

You glance around. Everyone is waiting “…Dare.”

A slow, mischievous grin spreads on Nami’s face “I dare you to let someone kiss you. On the lips.”

The room erupts.

“Oi, Nami, that’s dirty!” Sanji wails, clutching his chest.

“Ahhh, spicy!” Brook cackles “Can I volunteer? Oh wait, I have no lips—”

“Wait, wait, wait” you laugh from embarassment, waving your hands. “From anyone?”

“Yep,” Nami smirks “Whoever volunteers first.”

For a second, there’s silence. A thick tension. You glance around, half-expecting Sanji to throw himself at you dramatically, but surprisingly… he doesn’t.

Then—

“I’ll do it.”

Your breath catches.

All eyes turn to the source.

It’s Law.

The normally composed, ever-serious Heart Pirates captain sits with one arm resting lazily on his knee, eyes locked on yours. There’s no joke in his voice, no teasing smirk. Just a steady, unreadable expression.

The room collectively loses its mind.

“WHAT?!”

“L-LAW?!?”

“HOLY SHIT—”

Even Kid nearly chokes on his drink.

Law, unfazed by the chaos, only tilts his head “Well?”

Your heart hammers. Of all people, you hadn’t expected him to step forward.

You swallow “You’re serious?”

He shrugs “A dare’s a dare.”

The whole room leans in. You feel heat rising to your face, but hell, backing down now would be worse. You steel yourself and lean in.

The second your lips touch, the room explodes.

Cheers, screams, laughter—someone (probably Luffy) howls like a wolf. The kiss itself is brief, but the warmth lingers as you pull away, your heart pounding.

You look at Law. He smirks ever so slightly.

“Not bad” he murmurs.

“Shut up” you mutter, flustered.

“You bastard” Kid mutters, shoving Law’s shoulder with enough force to make a lesser man topple “That was bold.”

Law just smirks, sipping his sake like he didn’t just send your heart into orbit “It was a dare.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure it was” Usopp snickers, elbowing you “But damn, y/n, you look like you’re about to explode.”

You are. Heat still lingers on your lips, and your brain refuses to function properly. You risk a glance at Law—he’s still sitting so casually, but there’s something in his eyes, something smug.

This bastard knew what he was doing.

Before you can retaliate, Luffy claps his hands “Next turn!”

The game resumes, but the energy is wild. Everyone is still high off the chaos.

“Sanji!” Luffy grins “Truth or dare?”

Sanji takes a deep breath, regaining some composure after witnessing you get kissed by Law of all people “Truth.”

Nami smirks “Have you ever had a REAL crush on anyone in this room?”

Sanji sputters “T-THAT’S NOT FAIR!”

“It absolutely is” Zoro snickers.

The cook dramatically throws himself back “Of course, my heart belongs to all the ladies in this room! But if you must know—” His gaze flickers to you for a split second before he recovers “I will take my secret to the grave!”

“BOOO!” Chopper shouts.

Brook chuckles “Very suspicious, Sanji.”

“Shut up” he grumbles, lighting a cigarette.

More rounds go by. Kid is dared to eat something spicy as hell (he nearly breathes fire), Yamato has to arm wrestle Franky (Yamato wins), and Luffy is dared to wear one of Zoro’s haramaki belts as a headband.

Then, the dares start getting worse.

“Zoro” Usopp grins evilly “I dare you to sit in Sanji’s lap for the next three turns.”

Silence.

Zoro’s face darkens instantly “I’d rather die.”

Sanji, on the other hand, shrieks “YOU THINK I WANT THAT MARIMO’S HEAVY ASS ON ME?!”

Luffy laughs so hard he falls backward “It’s a dare, Zoro! No backing out!”

Zoro glares at Usopp like he’s contemplating murder, but the sniper just grins “C’mon, ‘King of Hell,’ prove you’re not a coward.”

“Tch” Zoro grits his teeth and stomps over to Sanji, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this” Zoro mutters before dropping into Sanji’s lap with a thud.

“GAH!” Sanji nearly topples backward “I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU BREAK MY LEGS—”

The whole room is screaming with laughter.

Even Law, usually so composed, hides a smirk behind his sake cup.

The game spirals further into madness. Luffy is dared to drink an entire bottle of sake in one go (bad idea), Bepo has to carry Kid bridal-style for a full minute (worse idea), and someone forces Jinbei to do an impression of Buggy the Clown (best idea).

Then—

“Alright, y/n” Nami turns to you again, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Truth or dare?”

You exhale. After what happened last time, you should pick truth. But your pride won’t let you.

“Dare” you say.

Nami grins “I dare you to sit in Law’s lap for the next three turns.”

The entire room erupts again.

You choke “WHAT?!”

Law raises an eyebrow, but there’s something dangerous in his smirk. “That’s fair” he says simply.

Fair, my ass.

“You could refuse, y/n” Robin offers sweetly “but then you’d have to do a punishment dare instead.”

You gulp. You’ve seen the punishment dares tonight. (Brook had to strip. You are NOT about to risk that.)

With a deep breath, you shuffle toward Law “I hate this game” you mutter.

Law leans back, waiting. The absolute smugness on his face makes you want to throw him out the window.

Cursing every deity, you sit on his lap.

Law’s arms rest casually around your waist, like it’s nothing. “Comfortable?” he murmurs, just for you to hear.

You refuse to give him a reaction “Shut up.”

The game barely continues because everyone is losing their damn minds over this. Sanji looks like he’s about to burst into flames, Usopp keeps making dramatic gagging noises, and Kid just straight-up leaves the room.

“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

But Law? Law is unfazed. In fact, he seems to be enjoying your suffering.

You sit there, face burning, waiting for the turns to pass.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Alright, I’M DONE!” You jump up, escaping Law’s grasp. He chuckles, stretching like he hadn’t just driven you insane for the last few minutes.

You glare at Nami “You’re evil...”

“I know” She winks.

The game finally begins to wind down as people start passing out from too much sake. Luffy snores on the floor, Zoro is sprawled in a corner (still wearing lipstick), and Usopp keeps muttering, “Too much romance… my heart can’t take it…”

You sigh in exhaustion “Finally.”

Then—

“y/n”

Your breath stills.

You turn. Law stands there, hands in his pockets, golden eyes locked on you. The teasing smirk from before is gone.

He takes a step closer “Can we talk?”

Your stomach flips “…About what?”

Law tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning your face “You know what.”

Oh...

Oh!

Your heartbeat quickens. The room suddenly feels too small.

The game is over, but something else is about to begin.

Your heart pounds as you swallow “Uh… sure.”

Law doesn’t hesitate, he jerks his head toward the door, and you follow him out into the cool Wano night. The festival outside is still alive, but compared to the madness inside, the quiet hum of distant music feels strangely… intimate.

You cross your arms, trying to act casual “So… what did you wanna talk about?”

Law stops near a wooden railing, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He watches you for a moment, his eyes flickering in the lantern light. Then, he sighs.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Your brow furrows “Get what?”

Another pause. Then—

“That kiss wasn’t just a dare... to me.”

Your breath catches.

You blink, your brain scrambling “Wait… what?”

Law exhales through his nose, looking almost annoyed. Like he can’t believe he has to spell it out “Seriously?” He gives you a pointed look “You really think I’d kiss you just for fun?”

You’re stunned into silence.

Because yes, that’s exactly what you’d thought. Law was always the logical one, the one who didn’t waste time on nonsense. You’d assumed he did it just to shut everyone up.

But now, as he stares at you with that unreadable expression, your mind rewinds—

The way he volunteered so quickly. The way his smirk was so sure. The way he didn’t flinch when you sat in his lap, like it was something he’d already imagined.

“…Oh.”

Law scoffs “Oh.” He shakes his head “Unbelievable.”

You open your mouth, then close it. What do you say to that? Your heart is racing, your stomach flipping, and now the man you just kissed is standing here, practically admitting—

“You’re really bad at picking up signals” Law mutters, rubbing his temple.

You gape at him “Well, sorry for not assuming one of the most wanted men in the world has a thing for me!”

Law chuckles, low and amused “You think I care about that?”

You stare at him “…Do you?”

His expression softens, just slightly “Not when it comes to you.”

Oh... Oh!

Your heart does a whole circus act. You suddenly feel too warm, despite the night air.

“You…” You take a breath “So you—”

“I like you, y/n.”

Your world tilts.

The words are so direct, so Law, that you can’t even doubt them. He’s looking at you with that sharp, unwavering gaze, like he’s already dissected every possible outcome and decided this is the one that matters.

You can’t breathe.

“…Since when?” you whisper.

Law shrugs, looking away for the first time “A while” then, quieter, “Long enough.”

You swear your heart might explode.

A gust of wind brushes past, rustling your hair. You barely register it. Because Law just confessed to you, and you’re standing here like an idiot, trying to reboot your entire existence.

But then, slowly (so slowly) a smile creeps onto your face.

“Guess I’m the idiot, huh?”

Law huffs a quiet laugh “You said it, not me.”

You roll your eyes, stepping closer “You could’ve just told me, you know.”

His lips twitch “Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head, unable to stop smiling. This stupid, stubborn, brilliant man.

Without thinking too much, you reach out and grab the front of his coat, tugging him down slightly. His eyes widen, just for a second, before you lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Law goes completely still.

When you pull back, you raise an eyebrow “That one wasn’t a dare.”

Something in Law’s gaze flickers. Then, very quietly—

“Good.”

And before you can react, he tilts your chin up and kisses you for real.

It’s not like the kiss from before. That one was brief teasing, this one is deliberate. It’s firm and slow, like he’s making up for every second he’s held back. His hand settles on your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off him.

You barely have time to process anything before he pulls away, lips just barely brushing yours as he murmurs...

“That one wasn’t a dare either.”

You laugh breathlessly “No kidding.”

Law smirks “Took you long enough.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop smiling “Shut up.”

And maybe, just maybe, this victory celebration turned out way better than you expected.