#so like... yeah... i'm having a lovely afternoon lol

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[unproduciblesmackdown]

revisited some parts of deh i hadn't in a while via obc boots, mostly kicked off by audio of an aus tour show, & it's like now hang on lol reevaluating the whole of heidi's material / that arc like i have been too generous what in the....kind of worked backwards from good for you b/c for that song i've Been like sympathetic re: alana & jared's sections while like Shrug at heidi like i'm on evan's side there really. but the whole thing is like, sympathy for heidi's feelings aside, i'm on evan's side b/c like yeah heidi has feelings & insecurities too but it's not the same peer to peer like fellow unpopular couple of students as parent to child & i'm looking at it all like The Whole Thread is heidi's insecurities as A Mother & the demand is on evan all the time to not just Not cause her insecurity but also assuage ones that have nothing to do with him, e.g. what's he supposed to say about digs at his dad's wife

& like really going over that First Scene i.e. opening scene post evan's soliloquy i.e. anybody have a map it's like. sure only increasingly like Oh Boy when evan not being able to order pizza despite the online option is met with the "you Need to be able to order dinner for yourself" ft. that he should be "too old for this" (disability....grow up) (not a direct quote but rather yknow the "you're a senior in high school, evan" intro) & nothing about like, support or alternatives, certainly nothing about it being Okay that he couldn't. just that he Has to do this thing this way (why. or else what.) & also just the simple fact that evan has been honest about "something wrong with him" / something he did that he figures she wouldn't like & gotten this wholly negative response about that just being Unacceptable to hear, regardless of the "positive" pivot like you can do it re: school, just must not be Trying enough, just must be evan's own attitude or something else about him, the letters had better help....& all this revisiting inspired by beau woodbridge evan's delivery after heidi says the line about Her Not Wanting To Hear (framed about Her Feelings if evan were to Tell her about this) about evan having no friends, & like the delivery of "neither do i??" like a sort of nonplussed indignation that is a kind of "how do you think *i* feel about it??" like no yeah what about evan's feelings about him dealing with his problems here, the one not having dinner, not having friends, not Not having anxiety, etc. like obviously heidi like every person ever has feelings & problems too but it's that the parent's problems are supposed to be Made Up For by the child somehow, while evan's problems are framed as Being A Problem for his mom, how she feels about Knowing about it, try harder please okay evan....but cue, yknow, how she resents evan feeling any responsibility for Her Problems in gfy yknow not insofar as she's been embarrassed to tell him like "yeah money is a problem" when it's been about pushing him to get scholarships but rather when the murphys know (maybe just via evan implying they're Not Rich to zoe after zoe is like ah, to be poor....) that heidi will need Financial Support for college for evan & then heidi like i'm not That poor & to take money would be wrong (always the reminder heidi does not know everything re: evan & connor isn't true either)

which, that last part of her dinner at the murphys pre gfy was really this time hitting like ://// whew okay. all of it always grating lmao but like, "i don't want evan to get the idea etc" like ma'am he's sitting right here? he's seventeen? can't just Declare the ideas evan will or won't absorb even though like yeah also clearly it's about her pride as A Good Mom being wounded & just putting it on evan by expressing it that way like no i have to be A Good Mom via my example, is why i must decline....& like i'm sure it can all be softened depending on how heidi is played but still like, this is about her Full Story / Material, & just what is written lol like even if she was more [pensive emoji single tear] in delivery or something, vs watching the obc like full anger & contempt by this point & i'm like yeah this Shouldn't be familiar if the excuse of like "well heidi is messing up in this Special Occasion, an outlier" really went that far. or was actually out of line w/how she acts other times. or how this all resolves. but heidi storming out While lashing out at evan / blaming him like my god lmfaooo & like. speaking of "do you think the murphy parents did read between the lines & think evan & connor are secret gay high school lovers" like gee evan having no problem moving in to the murphy household, keeping secrets from his mom like his ostensible epic friendship w/connor, not talking aobut her or really trying on his own to involve her, being fairly alarmed when Surprise Dinner With Your Mom, heidi acting like That??? like "do you think the murphy parents read between the lines to think evan is abused by his parent" i mean like lol lmfaooo on both points like heternormativity? the normativity of abuse & parents Owning their child as well? in the murphy household? but you know. of course no deh is not supposed to be about that but i'm like, uh oh, whole time i was like "well my own perspective based on what i learned from personal experience & then learned About such experiences isn't that relevant at least to heidi b/c it's supposed to be that she's Not Like That at the end of the day" but i'm like is it in effect though lol, is it really that different In Essence if not also like "yep the way heidi acts is just directly familiar sometimes. maybe often. or always" difference in degree like. plus just that how often is whatever particular lens/perspective like Useless to apply

anyway & that fight in the leadup to gfy is wild & just like further illuminating re: how the whole time, from the first scene, it's like okay to heidi what's most important in her motivations is Her Insecurity about how anything about evan supposedly reflects on her being a mom, like. again that heidi has no idea everything about evan & connor isn't true & she's just going sicko mode at evan b/c the murphys Aren't His Family, yknow, She is, & that entitlement that's supposed to come with it, evan can't have these other adults acting Parently towards him re: money & housing & dinners & feeling fond of him or anything, all circumventing her status as His Mother....the whole "sorry i can't give you more than that, shit" "well it's not my fault other people can" like yeah sorry about your feelings heidi, yeah it's not "nice" of evan to say that but i'm not like yes evan must never even think things that aren't nice(tm) much less say them, that again like even if we sympathize w/heidi there b/c obviously yeah she'd be hurt & feel insecure. even if we suppose that was mean of evan. i'm like well yeah he's right. just setting aside the apparent universal desire for a life as closely approximating the brady bunch as possible, it's like hey yeah look evan's been getting dinners this way, re: him not ordering a pizza at the start of a show. turning out to be less important like "well at least you've been eating, good" than evan not doing so through the Proper efforts to Become Normal(tm) & of course that like. coming from another mom staying home making him food is unacceptable b/c she imagines this is supplanting her / making her the Bad Mom vs this Good Mom & then taking it out on evan to make her feel Good Enough(tm) like truly just the usual fallback refrain of "ohh sorry i'm not perfect / have feelings / have problems" which is true for everyone ever but yknow evan is the one having to Defend his feelings & problems & imperfections against the fallout of "failing" to be "responsible" for mitigating or fulfilling heidi's & she's the one who can break out "i'm your mother" whereas evan's less overtly declared "i'm your son" about her potentially failing Him is what gets met with more contempt & "ohh sorry i'm not perfect & have feelings & problems" & her starting off Good For You. great

& like the way All That illustrates, like the way evan getting dinner now through a different now available avenue is, to heidi, more about her own feelings than about [evan gets dinner now], like just that expanded to how it's not Okay that evan's problems seem to be getting better / he's getting more support / he's doing better or anything as soon as heidi becomes insecure about her not having the role she wants in it. the entire thread about her being bothered about evan not telling her things, lying about things, hiding things, like yeah evident that she Is worried about him but same as she's evidently worried about him in the first scene, when, again, we Did see him share something honestly with her & she was like "UGH evan jeez i Hate that you told me this" & then her input is to tell him to Get Good, yknow, must be his own failures, get on that. gosh why would he keep anything from her. & then yknow we have that line later on, evan like you don't know me & heidi like "i thought i did" (contempt again) & like the main issue of this not being like "oh no if i Don't know him or about his problems then i'm not supporting him like i thought i was / he's not getting the support Overall i thought he was" but rather like i can't believe evan is doing this to me / her insecurities & evan's "responsibility" for them, again, rather than yknow. evan's wellbeing regardless of her personal feelings? & we're ready for resolution after heidi inadvertently reads his diary to realize he was that sad & it's like. even if he wasn't That Sad like none of that response was okay. at any point lol like it's still the issue of her dynamic with him where evan is In Charge Of how heidi feels & that obviously she can act on this in the ways she can & what can evan do about anything but avoid her / not share things / idk indeed move in with this other family lol, sorry about the pretenses (also obviously like. murphy parents not doing that much better. certainly larry like, are you kidding? never changes his mind that all connor's problems were connor's fault & Failings & now his reaction to it is about facing any insecurity & Rejecting It as no i'm always right & just have to hold out forever. vs that zoe is also bearing the brunt of being Trapped In The Family(tm) but cynthia dares to be like "no, i feel like i failed my dead son" & "no, i don't feel someone 'has to be the bad guy' who tramples boundaries")

like speaking of boundaries. ppl having always pointed out "uh oh, heidi's not good with those" or the point like "in gfy heidi's also mad about the rejection by her ex-husband & just putting that over her fight w/evan" like not beating the [parent making their child the one in charge of them & their feelings & actions] allegations.......

& you know, the resolution like "ohh you were sadder than i knew" like okay Now that matters instead of heidi Just being insecure that he wasn't sharing this with her already, thus the important part being how that makes her feel like a bad mom vs like, how evan is actually doing & her actual role in this beyond what makes her feel best, personally? or that like oh i'm Not going to not be here, physically, in this house....like okay. but what about the actual dynamic you have while around him & you will always be around him, b/c like, has that changed from the start. how is heidi going to offer support re: evan Feeling Like This that's different from "you Need to order pizza and Need to get your cast signed, Just Do It" or that b/c she doesn't want to hear otherwise like well then of course evan won't tell her, or maybe a therapist if that's not confidential, or other people if it'll get back to his mom, or the internet if that'll get back to his mom which i guess it will. is evan gonna be not in charge of her feelings anymore. i'm just like yeah evan find yourself in college sure get outta there idk if you're even rude along the way. & obv shoot larry into the sun

[yevrosima-the-third]

For the ask game: 1, 11, 18, 24 and 29 :)

- Parlerenfleur

Hey :)

No. 1 - favourite place in my country. Place, place, place. That's hard. Oh right! Sombor. Best town I've been in. Just so beautiful. Going there made me realize why someone would want to stay in one place, in the place they were born in, their whole life.

No. 11 - My favourite native writer/poet is Vasko Popa for sure. He's my favourite poet in general. His poetry feels like a wind that goes through you. In the original at least. Never read any translations

No. 18 - Do I speak with a dialect of my native language - Well yeah. I mean, everyone does, right? But my dialect is like. The one they use on tv. So the most basic one. Still recognisable though. People kinda hate us lol. Hm, sometimes I sound sort of Bosnian because I have some family that's from there

No. 24 - What other nation is joked about most often in my country... You know, I actually have no idea. I know there are jokes about our neighbours, Montenegrins and Bosnians, and I think we joke about Germans. But most joked about? Not a clue

No. 29 - Well my region, or rather, city, doesn't exactly have beef with anyone... Everyone else just kinda hates us lol. I live in the capital of my country, so, yeah, I think that's kinda common - everyone hating the capital. It gets a lot of attention and a lot of resources while other parts of the country are neglected. Unless the elections are nigh, of course :))))) Also, people from here can be quite... Entitled? I can't remember how to translate bahati. When they visit other places in our country as tourists. So like, it's justified, it's not without reason that everyone hates us. Also, people from here tend to look down on people from other places, I even catch myself doing it sometimes. I try not to.

[pxrplepolkadots]

🌻

[acoyote]

jesus CHRIST the game of telephone in a family with communication issues is SO fucking frustrating lol

[stzrgirl4norris]

he knows cars, she knows aristotle

Oscar Piastri x Teacher!Reader smau

in which your students are determined to make your dreams of meeting your favorite F1 driver true

(reader is a teacher and a physics student)

based on this request

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To: agent@championsukplc.com, guest.relations@mclaren.com, experiences@mclaren.com Subject: Meeting Oscar Piastri Hello! My name is Blake and I speak in name of my whole class from the Harvington Prep School. First of all, I would like to apologize for the 100 e-mails I sent previously. But It's important. Our teacher, Miss Y/L/N, is a big fan of your Formula 1 driver, Oscar Piastri. She is our favorite teacher ever and we would like very much for her to meet him in honor of Teacher's Day. Please! It would make her very happy and us too! Have a nice day!

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"What is life??"

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McLaren What's the best way to celebrate Teacher's Day other than taking your favorite teacher to meet their favorite driver?

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yourusername it was a pleasure!! a dream coming true!!🧡

user awww that's so cute

user my teachers weren't this cute 🙄

user oscar looks so happy 😍😭

user THE KIDS DRESSED IN SUITS 😭😭😭😭

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"best afternoon I had in months"

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oscarpiastri Had to do it for the kids.

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user are those the same kids from the MTC visit???

>user lol oscar really adopted them >user mclaren has a little papaya army

yourusername they loved it! 🧡

>user oh the cute teacher is here!! >user who is she?? >f1gossipofficial her name is y/n and she is also a physics student 👀 >user are her and oscar a thing?? >f1gossipofficial not officially

lando if by "kids" you mean the cute teacher you won't shut up about

>user SPILL LANDO >oscarpiastri mate are you with me or against me?

mclaren well done Osc!! 💪

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yourusername Nothing more fulfilling than seeing my unofficial kids happy 🧡🥰

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mclaren we hope you had a good time!

>yourusername always! > mclaren maybe you'll be a frequent guest here? 👀 >yourusername if you keep spoiling me, i'll always come back haha

user I feel like a stalker here

> user then leave

user no yeah they are definitely dating

oscarpiastri told you I'd get you that win

>yourusername you made lots of people happy today! (me included) ❤️liked by oscarpiastri

user but like the concept of oscar dating a teacher is so cute!!!

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HarvingtonSchool A honor to have such high figures on our Career Day today! Thank you so much to Zak Brown, Oscar Piastri and the McLaren team!

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user this is so random but i'm not complaining

user bro oscar piastri never came to my school

user maybe i'd go to school if oscar was there

yourusername love this🥰

>user why do i get the feeling she had something to do with this??

oscarpiastri always a pleasure! 😊

lando why was I not invited?

>georgerussell63 maybe it's because you're not teacher's pet >lando you have a point >oscarpiastri get out of her school instagram you two!!

mclaren we love to see this content!

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"she's in her element"

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yourusername got the boy, a surprise, a lego bouquet and an accepted thesis. Life is treating me so well ❤️

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user OH HE GIFTED HER LEGO FLOWERS

>user OMG HE SURPRISED HER???

oscarpiastri congratulations, pretty! You deserve it! ❤️

>yourusername I still can't believe you showed up >oscarpiastri I told you I'm never busy for you >user shut up this is adorable

user a cool wag for once

mclaren congratulations for our favorite teacher!

user she is pretty AND smart

lando @ oscarpiastri you never got me lego flowers 😭😤

>oscarpiastri are you a cute smart physics grad or do you teach little kids? >lando no... >oscarpiastri then you won't get my lego flowers

[suiana]

yandere! golden boy who is your loving boyfriend and... surprisingly loves listening to you talk about your interests! yes darling, talk about your games and novels and silly plushies! he loves seeing how interested you can get about things you're passionate about and it just makes him feel so warm on the inside.

you might even go as far to say he ENCOURAGES your interests. buying you plushies, taking you to exhibitions/places you want... you don't even have to ask, just one look with your eyes and he's taking out his card. yeah, it doesn't matter if you have an unhealthy attachment to that fat cat pusheen or whatever. you seem to really like it so he's buying that 400 dollar plushie for you.

on the same note... he can't help but get jealous when you're gushing over attractive fictional characters. SPECIFICALLY that ONE dude that you seem to have EVERYWHERE. on the wall, on your phone cover, lock screen, profile picture, fuck, even on your bed as a plushie! and all he gets is a meager nickname on his contact?!

"sweetie, must you... really have all these... THINGs of HIM?"

"he's my first husband, you're my second. of course i have merch of him. plus I'm not gonna just throw all these away, i spent big money on these ya know 💀"

he knows it's petty! he knows that it's just a fictional character and that he shouldn't be jealous but dude! you don't even have him in your wallet! it's that freaking guy!

so he does what evey sane boyfriend does and replaces some (not all just some!) of your merchandise with pictures of him and you. how adorable, right?

no.

"bro where is the portrait of my MAN🤬🤬🤬"

"i replaced it with a nice picture of us together darling☺️ look at how cute-"

oh. and you...you just put another photo of that guy again... oh... and you're ranting on reddit/instagram about how he's being mean... you also removed him from your close friends list... oh you... you also decided to kick him off the bed and onto the sofa... oh...

well no biggie! he has lots of patience and he will sneak in his presence into your stuff. he's determined.

"best friend I'm going to need you to cosplay as my favorite character please ☺️"

damn!

why didn't he think of that sooner? if you can't win the normal way, you should do it another way, right? he can just get you to see how much better he is and you'll eventually replace that fictional man for HIM!

...

yeah, that didn't work out as planned. now you're even more in love with that character and you're asking him to cosplay every other day. erm... at least.. your wallpaper is a picture of him cosplaying the character??? he'll take what he can get.

"lol best friend, did you see that video i sent you. it's so stupid."

"for the last time, sweetie. we're dating, call me boyfriend. and which one? I can't watch every single one of the 99+ reels you send me."

"a real best friend would watch them all..."

being with you has singlehandedly changed this man. for the worse or for the better, he doesn't know. but what he does know is that you DON'T know how to dress.

"sweetie, no. you can't just go out in a shirt and shorts! you look like adam sandler!"

"clothes are clothes 🤬"

at least he has a fun time dressing you up. you're like, his cute little rat! his very own personal dress up rat! oh how he wants to just keep you in his pocket and pick out pretty clothes for you, making you look like the cutest thing ever! sure you might take them off and just wear what you want but... at least he's got the photos and the sight of you in a pretty outfit ingrained into the folds of his brain already ☺️ and he'll take every chance he can get to put you into another pretty outfit again. that i assure you.

he... has ALSO found out that you are living on instant noodles, sandwiches, and the occasional takeout. you don't even open the curtains! how can you see in such a dark home? and why are you sleeping until midday?! dear oh dear. you really are a rat, huh?

"darling get up! it's 12 in the afternoon already!"

"i slept at 3 just let me sleep more..."

that simply won't do. he will not be allowing you to lead such a horrid lifestyle! not if he can help it! especially because... well, he's also your boss. from part 1, remember! yeah, you guys didn't break up at the end haha! you were just joking, obviously! not like you'll ever be able to break up. it's in the contract, silly.

"come on, get up. you need to have a healthy lifestyle. I've already gotten my personal chef to cook up a healthy meal for you."

"who's gonna stop me from living like this? you? 😂😂😂"

"yes, me. in our contract, remember? i will be responsible for your health from now till we die."

don't worry. he'll be by your side every step of the way. and hey, who knows? maybe you can even teach him a thing or two about gaming or something else you like! he's open to learning about the things you like.

and he won't even have to worry about you finding another REAL person to like because... well, let's just say you don't even like going out for dinner. we'll keep it at that ☺️

[sh4nksslvt]

Imagine Gear5!Luffy And normal luffy fighting over reader.......

wait! this is so smart! i like ur idea! dahaha

Double Trouble

When a freak accident splits Luffy into two, chaotic Gear 5 Luffy and sweet Normal Luffy — both versions hilariously compete for your heart, dragging the entire crew into the madness until everything returns to normal… mostly.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, love triangle(both are luffy lol)

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.1k

masterlist | ko-fi

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It all started with a bang — literally.

One moment, you were helping Nami reorganize the treasure room. Next, the whole Thousand Sunny lurched with a loud BOOM, rattling the floorboards and sending gold coins scattering like fireworks.

"What now?" Nami groaned, hands on her hips.

You rushed topside with the others, weapons drawn or fists clenched — expecting an attack.

Instead, you got... two Luffys.

One perfectly normal, grinning Luffy. And one... not so normal.

The second Luffy floated lazily above the deck, hair glowing brilliant white, pupils swirling hypnotically, laughter bubbling from his lips like music.

"Y/N!!" both Luffys shouted at once when they saw you.

You took an instinctive step back.

"Nope," Zoro said immediately, reaching for his swords.

"Is it a mirror fruit?!" Usopp yelped.

"Did the Captain eat himself?!" Chopper wailed, clinging to Sanji's leg.

Robin tilted her head, studying the scene with polite interest. "Fascinating..."

Franky just laughed, "SUUUUPER confusing!"

"Focus!!" Jinbei barked, trying to corral the chaos.

But it was already too late. Both Luffys made a beeline for you, tripping over each other and crashing into your legs like toddlers desperate for attention.

Nami pressed two fingers to her temple. "I need a raise," she muttered.

You quickly learned that having two Luffys was both better and worse than you could imagine.

Better, because they were extra affectionate — offering you food, carrying your things, cheering whenever you smiled.

Worse, because they were in full competition mode.

Gear5!Luffy (as Chopper breathlessly called him) kept showing off — stretching his limbs into ridiculous cartoonish shapes, bouncing around like a rubber band on crack, pulling faces until you doubled over laughing.

"Look, Y/N!" he crowed one afternoon, turning his whole head into a massive heart, complete with a squeaky heartbeat sound.

Normal Luffy was no slouch either. He stuck to his strengths — stubbornness and sincerity.

"I don't need crazy powers," he told you solemnly, handing you a slightly squashed rice ball he'd made himself. "I'm already the best for Y/N!"

You bit into the rice ball, smiling despite yourself.

Meanwhile, the crew took sides — shamelessly.

"I bet the crazy one wins!" Franky announced loudly.

"No way," Sanji scoffed. "Y/N deserves normalcy."

"Technically," Robin mused, "both versions are Luffy."

"Yeah, but one’s glowing," Usopp said. "Glowing automatically makes you cooler."

Zoro snorted. "Idiots."

Brook just laughed. "Yohoho! Twice the Captain, twice the chaos!"

You wanted to protest — this isn’t a contest! — but then you’d look up and catch two sets of hopeful, sparkling eyes gazing at you, and the words would die on your tongue.

At first, it was cute.

They followed you everywhere — two shadows glued to your heels. They fought over who got to sit next to you at dinner, who got to carry your stuff during island stops, who could make you laugh harder.

Gear5!Luffy once turned the entire galley into a giant bouncy castle trying to impress you. Sanji screamed for three hours cleaning it up.

Normal Luffy responded by dragging you up the mast one night, pointing proudly at the sea of stars and whispering, "I wanted you to see somethin' only I can reach."

You sat there, high above the world, heart hammering against your ribs, wondering how you were supposed to choose between them.

But the tipping point came one evening.

The crew was gathered on deck — a rare, peaceful moment under a pink-streaked sky. Dinner plates were scattered everywhere, Brook strumming a soft tune on his violin.

You leaned against the railing, smiling at the sight.

Then — disaster.

Gear5!Luffy and Normal Luffy both lunged at you at once, trying to hand you a flower they'd picked from a nearby island.

Their arms tangled. They tripped. And with a yelp, they toppled overboard — dragging you with them.

The splash was enormous.

You resurfaced, spluttering and coughing, the two Luffys flailing beside you.

"Y/N!! Are you okay?!" they shrieked in perfect unison.

From the deck, Sanji was screaming bloody murder.

"YOU IDIOTS!! YOU COULD'VE DROWNED THEM!!"

Chopper was already tossing a lifesaver. Usopp was sobbing dramatically. Zoro just sighed, clearly contemplating letting you all drown to solve the problem.

Somehow, you all clambered back aboard, dripping wet and exhausted.

You sat there, shivering slightly, as the two Luffys crowded you again, guilt written all over their faces.

"I’m sorry," Normal Luffy whispered.

"Me too," Gear5!Luffy mumbled, his glow dimming.

You sighed heavily, wringing out your clothes. "You guys can’t keep fighting over me. You’re the same person, you know?"

They blinked at you.

"You both care about me. I care about you too. But... not if you hurt each other."

The deck fell silent.

Then, very slowly, the two Luffys turned — and smacked their foreheads together in a show of stubborn apology.

Thump.

You couldn't help it — you burst out laughing.

The tension shattered instantly. The crew joined in, cheering and clapping, Brook playing a jaunty tune.

"Looks like the Captain(s) learned their lesson," Robin said, smiling.

"Finally," Jinbei rumbled, folding his arms.

"Can we have just one Luffy now?" Nami pleaded.

You grinned, ruffling both Luffys' wet hair. "I'll take both for now."

They beamed at you — two idiots, one heart.

That night, you fell asleep curled between them on the deck, watching the stars wheel overhead.

For the first time in days, everything felt peaceful again.

You woke to soft snoring against your shoulder.

Blinking sleepily, you sat up — and found just one Luffy curled against you, straw hat sliding down to cover his eyes.

His hair was black again.

No swirling pupils. No crazy glow.

Just your Luffy.

You stared at him for a long moment, heart pounding in your chest.

The rest of the crew was stirring around the deck, yawning and stretching.

"Looks like whatever split him wore off overnight," Chopper said, checking Luffy’s vitals. "His heartbeat’s normal again."

"Amen," Sanji muttered, dragging a broom across the ruined galley.

Zoro shot you a sidelong look. "Guess you don’t have to choose anymore, huh?"

You smiled softly, brushing Luffy’s hair back from his forehead.

"No," you murmured, "I already chose."

Because whether he was wild or serious, glowing or not — he was still Luffy.

Yours.

Always.

And even if he didn’t remember everything that happened while split... The way he instinctively curled closer to you in his sleep said enough.

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Idiot," you whispered fondly. "I love you too."

The sun rose over the horizon, golden and bright, as the Thousand Sunny sailed on, carrying you, your crew, and the boy who had somehow, impossibly, stolen your heart twice over.

[sai-int]

hihi i recently discovered your blog and i am in love with you writing!! it’s so beautiful and i wish i could wallpaper it to the insides of the brain tehe i’m super interested to see how you’d write daddy kink with either price or simon (or whoever else you see most fit)! i wanted to keep this req general/basic so you could really do anything you want with it but here are some dynamics/au’s/etc. that i find enjoyable, in general, in case it sparks anything: soft dom, leashes/crawling, wild west au (bonus points for boot riding 🫣), boxer au, butcher!char x florist!reader, and ballerina!reader. (sorry felt like that list was all over the place LOL.)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! And ooooou anon. The way I evilly rubbed my hands together when I read this... Also, if you're looking for price and boot riding, look no further.

Here's some butcher!simon x fem!florist!reader, plus a sprinkle of softdom!simon w a daddy kink

The bell over the shop door chimes, delicate and bright—a sound far too gentle for the man who steps inside. Simon's too big for a place like this, too heavy with the scent of blood and metal. The air, thick with lavender and roses, should soften him—but instead, he makes the space feel smaller, like the walls close in just for him.

You barely look up from the bouquet in your hands, carefully tying off a bundle of peonies. "You're late," you murmur, but there's no real scolding behind it, just soft acknowledgment.

Simon grunts, gently shutting the door behind him. His boots hit the wooden floor with their usual weight as he steps closer, watching you with an unreadable, steady gaze. "Had a long day," he mutters. "Some tosser ordered a full side o' beef last minute. Took me the better part o' the afternoon t'quarter it."

You frown, already wiping your hands on your apron, instinctively stepping toward him. "Oh, Si," you hum, reaching to brush your fingers over his forearm. "That sounds awful. You must be exhausted."

His fingers twitch, his gaze dropping to where your soft hand press against his skin. You always touch him so freely, without hesitation—like he wasn't too big, too rough, too covered in things you had no business being near.

Simon exhales, his shoulders shifting. "I can handle it."

"I know you can," you say, voice soft, warm. "Doesn't mean you should have to."

That makes him pause. He tilts his head, watching you carefully, his hands already finding their place at your waist, large and warm. You fit against him so easily, so naturally, like you belong right there.

Your eyes flick downward, catching the faint streak of something crimson near his elbow.

"Simon." You frown, taking his wrist between your hands, your delicate fingers turning it slightly. "You've still got—"

"Blood," he supplies flatly.

You swallow, your fingers smoothing gently over the stain. "You should've washed up more before coming here."

His lips twitch. "Didn't want t'keep y'waiting, dollface."

Your heart squeezes at that, warmth blooming in your chest. He's never the type to say much, but little things like this—small, quiet acts of care—spoke louder than words ever could.

You wrap your arms around him, looping them around his middle, pressing yourself against his broad chest. He's solid as ever, warm as always. You hold him tightly, sighing against the fabric of his shirt.

"You take such good care of me, you know that?"

His hands flex on your waist, his fingers spreading wide, like he's trying to feel all of you at once.

"Yeah?' His voice drops to something lower, something rougher.

You nod, rubbing your cheek lightly against his chest. "Mhm. You always make sure I'm safe— always there for me." You smile softly against him, letting yourself sink into his warmth. "So good to me."

His arms tighten around you, pressing you firmly against him, one hand trailing up your back, fingers tangling briefly in the little bow of your apron. "Course I am," he mutters, his voice thick with something deeper, heavier. "Gotta look after what’s mine, yeah?"

That makes your stomach flutter, your breath hitch.

Your voice softens, warmer, something meant just for him. "That's why I love being yours," you breath, your breath warm against his skin. You let the words linger, let them settle between you, before you add, in a whisper full of quiet, saccharine affection—

"Daddy."

Simon tenses in your hold, a sharp inhale cutting through the air. His hands tightens at your waist, fingers digging in, just shy of rough.

Posessive

"Fuck, dove" he rasps, voice strained. Then, in a rough whisper, like he was barely holding himself together— "Right here? In the middle of y'shop?"

You giggle, shaking your head. "No, not here," you hum, still teasing, still warm against him. "But I get off in an hour."

His grip stayed firm, his nose brushing against your temple, his voice dropping even lower.

"I could get you off in less."

Your mouth falls slack in shock before you huff, swatting at his arm. "Si!"

He chuckles, smug as ever, his grip on you unrelenting. "What?" His lips ghost the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Just sayin'"

You swat at him again, though it was weaker this time, warmth blooming in your chest, your stomach twisting with anticipation.

Simon leans back slightly, reaching into his front pocket to pull out a folded bill. With a casual ease, he slips it between his fingers, glancing down your shirt, his height making it effortless, before tucking the bill into your bra.

"F'the flowers," he said, voice rich with amusement. "Bring home somethin' nice, yeah? Something' soft."

His gaze drops to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes, dark and unreadable. "Not everything I touch has to bleed." He gently presses his lips to yours, savoring the taste of you until he can get you to himself at home.

And with that, he heads home, leaving you warm, breathless, and counting down every second until you can lock up for the night and let him keep his promise.

[ssahotchnerr]

I hope you meant it to be dropped here 🥺

So, about jealous Y/n: I had been thinking about this after seeing the episode where Beth (that runner-woman?) appears. I thought about the scene, with "y/n" either getting to know he was handed a paper with a number

Or maybe Aaron and "y/n" had been running together and Beth approaches without any care and reader just is like: 🤨 watching the interaction, lol

knowing you

🤭 cw; JEALOUS fem bau!reader, teasing banter (hehe r and aaron are sooo in love), suggestion/sex allusions (i'm blushing), based off of aaron and beth's first interaction in 7x10 wc; 1.3k

"Okay, okay." You panted, coming to a stop. You directed your voice forward, loud enough for Aaron to hear you, a few feet ahead. You resumed walking, slowly, hands on your hips. "Let's take a breather, yeah?"

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked as he met you halfway, a teasing smirk growing on his face. "Can't keep up?"

"I can keep up jus' fine." You insisted, still catching your breath. The afternoon breeze blew into your face, cooling the sheer layer of sweat that had collected. "Just... not for a prolonged amount of time. There's a," Another staggered breath, "difference."

"Is there?" He asked humorously. His chest rose up and down, regulating his own breathing as well. "I can easily go another mile or two.

"Fantastic. I'm so happy for you." You quipped sarcastically, causing him to laugh and a smile of your own pulling at your lips. "And that's why you're the one participating in the triathlon. Not me."

"You know..." He began proposing in a light tone of voice, eyebrows raised wittingly. "There's still time for you to sign up."

"You know, you're funny." You bantered back, a pained expression pulling onto your face at the mere thought. You shook your head, "I think my time is better spent cheering you on from the sidelines, along with the others. And then reviving you afterwards."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, a fondness in his eyes. All banter aside, he switched tactics, softening to a sweet sincereness. "I appreciate you accompanying me. Seriously. You know you don't have to run with me, although you do inspire me to persistent. Gotta impress you, keep you interested."

"Please, as if there's anything you could do to cause me to become uninterested." You poked a finger at his chest. "And if running means I get to spend an extra hour with you, I'll gladly accept. Besides, there's something in it for me too. Makes it all worth it."

"And what's that?"

You looked around, spotting a park vendor supplying drinks, playfully brushing his question aside. "Want a water?"

The warm glint in his eyes lingered, admirably amused. One that read: you were the most difficult person he'd ever met, but he wouldn't have it any other way. "Sure, sweetheart."

"I'll grab it," you began walking, "You stay here. Catch your breath."

Aaron grabbed your hand the moment you had stepped a foot away, smoothly drawing you back with just an equally suave grin. Once in reach, he placed his lips onto yours, interrupting your growing smile.

Your nose scrunched when the two of you parted, "You're all sweaty."

"That's never been a problem before." His smirk returned, the wet cowlicks draped over his forehead bringing a multitude of images to come to mind.

This is why you ran with him. You'd never deprive yourself the hot visual, one you'd never get tired of. The overexertion, the sweat, the defined athletic wear clinging onto his body, the heavy breathing too.

You playfully rolled your eyes, granting him another kiss before you trailed off. You steadied your breathing again, in attempt to slow your heart rate a second time.

Retrieving the waters couldn't have taken you more than five minutes: waiting in a small line, supplying cash, issuing a thank you. But when you turned back towards Aaron, your feet already moving to their own accord, you stopped short - suddenly. As he wasn't alone.

He was talking to some woman - brunette, in workout clothes of her own. Her backside was facing you, so you couldn't see any specific features; to determine who she was, a familiar face or not.

You tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of jealousy filling your body, drawing the conclusion that she wasn't an old friend rather quickly. It started from the bottom of your stomach, crawling up your spine, spreading widely to your limbs.

Could it be harmless? Sure, that's what you were telling yourself, until the woman in question handed him a small piece of paper. She began to retreat - finally - causing a breath of relief to escape you, until Aaron calls after her.

When she turns, you're able to see her face. She’s cute, all smiles and outwardly confident. She responds to whatever he said, follows it with a laugh, before continuing her jog. 

You bit your lip, returning to Aaron with a bit more urgency, your ponytail gliding swiftly between your shoulder blades.

"Here," You handed Aaron his water, your gaze moving past him and continuing to watch her leave. As if she can feel your stare, she looks back. Your eyes may have been playing tricks on you, but you could've sworn she gave you a cunning smirk.

Your jaw clenched, nothing but that red-hot jealousy overtaking you. It blocks out all of your surroundings - Aaron's going on about something, but you don't hear him. He's muted, fuzzy, far away. You don't realize he's talking to you until he says your name, with a tad more volume.

You startle, blinking, "Sorry, what?"

"I said, do you want to go again? Or we can take a slow, evenly-paced walk back." His lips turned upwards humorously, taking a drink. "More your speed."

He's attempting to resume the ongoing, fun banter to draw your focus elsewhere, knowing you.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, nobody." He shrugged, securing the cap. "She just, er, handed me this." He explained carefully, holding up a small piece of paper.

He did it quickly; again, making it as nonchalant as possible. But even at the heightened speed you're able to see her number scrawled across the surface.

You immediately impede forward-

"Sweetheart," Just as he expected - he grabs your arm, holding you back from any impending confrontation you were set on.

"She gave you her number?" You looked at him, perplexed. The audacity. "Did you see the way she looked at me? She probably saw us kiss and yet-"

"I know, I know." He comforted, his voice a deep contrast compared to yours, hardening the more you spoke. He can practically feel you vibrating in fury. "Hey, it's okay. I'm discarding it, of course." He crumbled it in his fist, "Have zero need for it."

"But that doesn't excuse what she just did." You try to look past him again, but he uses his body to shield your view. "And I don't like it. Not at all."

"You're right, it doesn't, but it's okay." Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead, muttering his next sentence into your skin. "I'm yours. Nothing changes that."

"Damn right you are," you huffed, crossing your arms. Despite the distance (she's almost long gone by now), you're at the ready to grab Aaron, to kiss him fiercely if she ever so lightly takes a peek back.

"Forget about it, and I don't mean that in a dismissive way. Look at me when I say this," He tossed the paper in the nearby trash, grabbing ahold of your shoulders instead. "I'm uninterested. Unfazed. Utterly in love with you and greatly anticipating showing you how much once we're in the privacy of home. Preferably in the shower, and then again in bed afterwards."

He manages to pry a smile out of you, a blush forming at your cheeks, although it doesn't dissolve your pout just yet. "But..."

"But what?" He asked gently as he releases his hold, swiping his thumb across your cheek soothingly.

"What if she can run faster than me." You mumbled pitifully. You said so half jokingly, half seriously.

Aaron laughed warmly, spanning an arm over your shoulders and pulling you directly to his chest. "I highly doubt that."

"You promise?"

"With every ounce of me."

[district4loading]

Lazy Days

Twice Mina x Male Reader

4K Words

Content Warning: Smut, Fluff

Minors DNI

A/N: This is another request I received almost a month ago. I really hate that it took me so long to get to it especially because it isn't even that long. It's probably cause for the past few weeks I've been stressed and I've had bad headaches which really killed my motivation lol.

Anyways enough of my bitching, I really enjoyed writing this one cause Mina's been wrecking me lately so I hope you guys like it.

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"You let me win, didn't you?"

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"There's no way" You blink, your entire body running stiff as you watch the small pixelated character you created maybe four hours ago shrivel up and die in one of the worst ways imaginable. In the same instance you glance over to your girlfriend Mina, who's sitting right next to you on the couch. Although she doesn't look at you, you can see the smirk on her face and you begin to process that she just beat you. Again. "You've gotta be cheating!" You accuse, pressing the respawn button on your controller.

"No" She insists cutely with her whiny tone of voice "I'm just better than you" The simple shrug of her shoulders has you a bit salty. 

It's been like this all day. You both had today off, so really and truly there was no better way to spend it than to sit around all day playing video games. Truth be told, you were never a gamer before you met Mina. When she moved in with you, she brought her console too and you slowly went from watching her play occasionally to playing with her and even more than her sometimes.

"Yeah right, one more game" You run a hand through your messy hair.

Mina loves how stubborn you are, she sees it as one of your cutest traits. She just knows that although you say "one more game" you really mean "we'll play until I beat you" and it's even funnier that you refuse to admit that part.

Sure enough you end up playing four rounds instead of the 'one' you spoke of earlier "Don't you think we should be doing something else?" Mina mutters, reluctantly pressing the button for a rematch when you lose again. She glances at the time, noticing that you two have been at this all morning and it was just bleeding into the afternoon.

"Like what?" You bite your lip subconsciously, something you always did when you were trying to focus. 

"I dunno, you hungry? We could order something, watch tv, maybe go out later.." She suggests, but you barely hear any of it because not even a second after she finishes her sentence, you manage to finally beat her in the combat game. 

"Ha! See? You're not better than me, look I just beat you" You stand up and point to the tv. Mina only puts her controller to the side and she smiles at you calmly, nodding. It doesn't really matter to you in the moment that you've played maybe a total of sixteen matches, four of which you actually won. You silently appreciate her for not bringing up that part either. "Okay, what were you saying?" You turn off the console and plop back down on the couch.

"Maybe" She looks like she's actually thinking for a moment, then in the same instance she kind of stops and she gets this look on her face. An almost devilish smirk replaces her pondering pout and you're almost immediately intrigued about what's to come "I should give you a reward for winning"

She only has to scoot closer to you and lean her head in a few inches to catch your lips on hers. You kiss her back, hands on her waist so you can pull her to sit on your lap. "What kind of reward?" You decide to humor her cause why not and she can't hide her giggles when she presses on your shoulder to get you to lay back.

"Just lay down" Mina's voice is so wonderfully soft, almost healing to your ears when she says the three words. You first prop one of the throw pillows up against the armrest and you rest your head against it. Still in your lap, Mina leans down to put her lips back on yours and you can't get enough of them. So smooth and tender as you make out in your cozy living room.

When Mina pulls away, she shuffles backwards a bit and with the space she has, she lays flat on her belly between your legs. It's a big couch so she's able to fit there nice and comfy, arms resting on your thighs as she tugs on the waistband of your shorts and you lift your hips to help her out.

 "You let me win, didn't you?" You figure

"Well, how else was I supposed to get your cock in my mouth?" She teases, pulling the garments off your legs. Your cock springs free from its confinements, semi-hard from the bit of kissing you did earlier. 

"You could've just a-asked—" Your tone of voice changes mid-way when Mina wraps her lips around your head, her moist inner cheeks wonderfully stimulating each nerve. 

She releases you with a subtle pop then she curls her fingers around your shaft, stroking up and down. "Where's the fun in that" The way she giggles feels a little more sinister and it genuinely sends a chill down your spine as you grow harder and harder in her hands. 

Mina leans over, sticking her tongue out to flick it against your tip "God" You bite your lip, forgetting to breathe while you make eye contact. It's like there's a greater force gluing your eyes to her making it impossible for you to look away. When she's got your cock at it's hardest—which doesn't take very long at all—she opens her mouth and takes you inside.

The descent is slow and easy for her for the first few inches. She starts to struggle the further she gets down and you're unable to focus on anything but the warmth of her mouth, the saliva coating your entire shaft and the tight squeeze her mouth gives your cock whenever she gags or swallows. It has your jaw clenching already. 

You grasp your t-shirt in your hands then you pull it over your head, stretching the cheap fabric a bit because you were rushing. "Mina" You sigh, as she gets her lips to touch your base. Tears welled up in her pretty eyes. They threaten to fall as she holds herself there and the absolute clutch of her throat is nearly perfect. 

First she has to remind herself to breathe through her nose before she comes up. Mina stops when she reaches the head then she plunges again, sliding your cock down the slot of her throat easier this time around. She manages to get herself in a rhythm, cheeks hollowed as she sucks you off, tongue dragging up and down the underside of your cock. "You're so good at that" You praise, lips parted as you take in the wonderful view.

Mina's so beautiful, you could spend hours just admiring her face, scanning each beauty mark and every subtle blemish on her porcelain skin. "So pretty" You whisper and she hums softly to let you know that she acknowledges your compliment. There's more you want to say but the words get caught up and stuck in your throat because she's got you speechless right now. As her eyes pierce through yours, you hope that she can understand at least a fragment of the love you feel for her in this moment. "I love you" You groan the confession like it's the first time you're saying it.

She comes back up, licking her lips as she wraps her hand around your base. She strokes you slowly and softly, that same shy giggle escaping her lips and you get high on it. "I love you more" Her tongue darts out to lick up the pre cum that's beginning to dribble down your shaft. Then she rubs the pad of her thumb in circles on your frenulum.

A moan escapes your lips and your body begins to squirm as she attacks the sensitive spot there. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from whimpering. She fists your cock again, then chases it with her mouth up and down with the twist of her wrists. 

You reach your hand out, running your fingers through her newly dyed ash hair and you brush it to the side when you notice that it was getting in the way. Her hand and her mouth moves together fast and you're not sure how much longer you'll be able to take it for. The way she can have your body almost trembling under her magical touch will always amaze you, no matter how many times she does this.

"M-Mina I'm close—fuck" You warn but she won't slow or stop. In fact, she's squeezing and sucking harder like she needs your load in her mouth as soon as possible. You know she'll swallow it all.

You end up biting into your fist, eyes squinting as your brows knit together right up until you cum. "Shit, I'm gonna.." Your cock pulses out the first few shots which hit the roof of Mina's mouth. She isn't at all phased by it though, in fact, she keeps her movements steady as she milks you for everything you've got, moaning eagerly at the taste. You finish it all off with a sigh and then she finally stops, taking you out of her mouth carefully so nothing spills out. 

Mina opens her mouth, proudly showing you the flood of semen thats pooled up inside where it belongs. Then she closes her lips together and she stops for a moment before she gulps it down. "You're amazing" You pant, watching weakly as she climbs up your body so you're face to face. She smiles before connecting your lips and your hands go to the hem of her top almost immediately and you slip them under just to feel her soft, bare skin on your hands.

She breaks the kiss, then she pulls her top off and her petite breasts are finally free "These too" You pull at the clingy fabric of her leggings, hearing the light noise it makes when it snaps back. 

"You ready for me already babe?" 

"You know I am" a smile grows on her face as she stands up from the couch to shimmy herself out of them, her hips swaying side to side with a naughty purpose. Finally, she steps out of them and kicks them to the side "Wait, leave them on" she stops just as she's about to take her panties off. She's wearing this black lacy underwear that clings to her ass so beautifully, it'd be a crime to remove them when they look so good on her.

Mina only shakes her head, a chuckle escaping her lips as she straddles you again "You're such a weirdo" She mutters, not giving you the chance to respond because she's making out with you again. This kiss lasts a little bit longer because you want to take your time with her perfect lips, sucking and licking on them as it gets sloppier. She begins moaning into your mouth because of the pressure your hard cock provides while it's pushed up against her cunt. "Fuck" She curses, lightly biting your lip as she grinds her hips forwards.

She reaches down, kissing you harder this time as she slides her dampened panties to the side because she doesn't want to spend another second empty. Mina has to hover a bit as she grabs your cock to aim the head with her slick entrance but she's so soaked that it ends up slipping past. You try not to, but you end up snickering and she glares at you before trying again. This time she gets it in, you know that much from the first feel of her tight cunt gripping the head. 

You both exhale deeply as Mina sinks herself down slowly, taking this opportunity to enjoy the stretch of your thick cock. When she's got you stuffed as deep as the position would allow, Mina picks up her hips and begins to rock forwards in slow motions. "So deep in me, it feels so good ah~"

The way Mina moves her body so smooth and fluid has you falling in love with her all over again. You let a harsh slap land on her round ass, hearing the sound of the sharp impact echo loudly in your living room. She yelps loudly, leaning over to hold herself up on your shoulders so she can move faster. Her warm walls hug you tightly, occasionally clenching when she closes the gap between you two. Your cock fits so perfectly inside of her, it's like you were made for each other.

"Mina" You moan once she begins to move her hips in a circular motion. It feels so insane that now you're gripping her ass tightly, probably leaving red hand marks on her pale skin. 

"Like that?" Mina smirks, looking deep into your hooded eyes moaning when your cock brushes past her g-spot. She puts her hands over yours, then guides them both up to her perky tits. You feel her stiff nipples poking your palms as you take the initiative to squeeze and knead the soft flesh thoroughly. "God your cock—it's so" She moans again, throwing her head back so her hair flys out of her face.

This is the perfect visual. Mina's god-like body on top of yours, every dangerous and deadly curve of hers highlighted with the sheet of sweat on her skin. Her eyes closed and her mouth wide open as she moans about how good your dick is, how she can ride it all day long and how it's tearing her apart among another mess of words you can't really make out. You listen good and well to everything she's saying because she absolutely means it, you can tell that much from the utter lust in her tone.

Mina lets herself loose on you like she's been thinking about it all day, thinking about how you'll fill and fuck her with your large cock. You're only able to watch as the subtle indicators begin to show themselves. Like when her moans go up an octave or when her movements become less calculated and more messy and feral. You also notice the way she leans down, capturing your lips once more and you can tell it's a silent plea for you to do something.

So that's exactly what you do. You hold her in place by her hips and you begin to piston your cock into her, your thighs meeting hers to make this thick meaty slapping noise. She nearly screams, unable to focus on kissing you when you're fucking her like this. "Yes! Fuck- Harder!" So much raw force, it's almost punishing. However, your purpose wasn't to "punish" her, it was more so to reward her for everything she did beforehand. 

She understands that.

When Mina buries her head into your neck, you're a hundred percent sure that you've got her right there. She breathes heavily into your skin, moaning and choking on her words with each deep thrust you give her. She hums loud and long "I'm cumming!" and then you begin to feel how tightly her cunt clenches and pulses around your cock as her wetness spills down your shaft. "Fuck- Yes baby!" She begins to shake, her body jerking and bucking in your grip.

With a long sigh, she stops calms down a bit, the aftershocks still causing her body to react occasionally. You give her maybe a second to recover before you slip your cock out of her and flip her so she's on her back. She's so out of it, she doesn't even realize that you've switched positions until you slide your cock back inside of her where it belongs. Mina gasps, feeling your cock reach different parts of her at this angle.

"I can't fucking-" What she's trying to say is that she can't believe that you're fucking her so good. Hard and deep. That's exactly how she likes it as you recall, and you've hardly even given her a moment to recover from the orgasm you just fucked her through. "Cum in me" she looks deep into your eyes when she says it and she's so serious about it.

You lean down, your temple to hers as you nearly fuck her through the couch. You're a little rough on her, you know that because you can hear the springs in the furniture starting to give. It's not really built for this kind of treatment but it's durable and it's been through worse than this.

The more your cock slides in and out of her, dragging all the way back to the tip only to bury itself into her again, the more animalistic you feel. It's the tight grip, her velvety walls and her hoarse voice moaning your name that's got you like this. You want nothing more than to empty your balls inside of Mina, fill her up and keep it lodged so deep that none of it spills out.

You barely even notice when you push her into another orgasm because you're too focused on that distinct feeling growing and burning like a hot ball of fire in the pit of your stomach. "Oh... I'm gonna cum" You grit through your teeth, voice rough just before you nearly growl as you cum again, shooting countless ropes of warm white into her stretched cunt. She gasps, legs shaking as you continue to pound deep and slow into her, making sure you get everything out.

"Yeah, give me everything baby" She coos, fingers interlocking at the back of your neck. 

With a sigh your body finally relaxes and you put all of your weight on her body. When you're finally ready to talk after the long moment of silence you spend in your post-orgasm daze you lift your head and look into Mina's eyes. You know she's expecting your usual "I love you" after sex but instead you decide to mess with her a bit "So... pizza?"

She blinks "What?"

"Earlier you mentioned that we could order something and watch TV, right? I was just suggesting that we get pizza" She gives you an expecting look, like she's not going to give you a straight answer until you tell her what she really wants to hear "and I love you" You add on, leaning down to connect your lips with a grin on your face.

She can't help it when she smiles "Okay pizza then" she agrees.

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You begin to think that maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to order pizza right before getting in the shower because you're both just stepping out when you hear the doorbell ring. Mina wraps her towel around her body "Well you're gonna have to get it cause I'm naked" She nods to herself as if there wasn't a towel wrapped around your waist also.

"So am I?" You try to argue as she walks into your bedroom. Her calm silence says enough and you figure you should just get the food cause you definitely won't win that fight. When you open the door, the delivery guy looks at you a little weird but you still tip him generously and mutter a small "thank you" at the end of the exchange.

When you get back in your shared apartment, you place the pizza on the coffee table and you turn off the lights before you join her in the bedroom to get into something comfy. 

"I can't believe you're making me watch this" Mina snuggles herself against you, squinting a bit to read the description of the show on the tv screen. You're cuddling and eating on the couch, yes the same couch you just fucked on, it's multi-purpose. You snicker at your own joke before realizing what she's just said.

"So you're genuinely telling me, you didn't enjoy the first season?" You ask, taking a bite of your pizza. It's only got pepperoni on it but it's a classic nonetheless.

Mina shakes her head "No I hated it actually" She corrects you, turning her head with her mouth open. You move your hand away, catching that she's trying to eat your food. She only whines, giving you those adorable eyes.

"There's like seven more slices right there, why do you want to eat mine" You point to it, nodding your head in the direction of the small table before you pick up the remote to play the show. 

It's Squid Game 2 that you're watching as you allow Mina to take a rather large bite of your pizza anyways, despite giving her a hard time about it. "I didn't wanna move" She says as she chews.

"Sure" You scoff, acting like you didn't absolutely love feeding her. Just babying Mina in general is one of your favorite things to do with her. She knows that from the way you swipe off a bit of tomato sauce from the corner of her lip but she fails to bring it up because she too enjoys it.

See there's nothing better than a lazy day in your book. It may have been really unproductive, but sometimes a little bit of a recharge with the person you love the most is the little boost you need to make the most of the following week.

Lazy days are good days

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Heavy Hearts

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: an encounter in a quiet Manhattan cafe leads Bucky to an unexpected connection with a kind-hearted waitress. What begins with a moment of protection turns into a day of warmth , and something hopeful between two lonely hearts.

Word Count: 2.1k ish

Warnings/Tags: fluffy sweet comfort fic

mentions of verbal harassment to reader from random man , protective bucky , foreign / non American reader , kissing , any grammar mistakes reflects readers struggle and still learning on speaking outside her native tongue , sweet baby alpine featured! just sweetness i have to really be picky with tags lol theres like nothing.

If i missed anything let me know! 💖

A/N: heyyy 3 of my fics reached 100+ notes (im not crying you are) i have lotsssss of drafts so brb as i finalized the editing and see you on the next one! enjoy bbys as always...

Comments / Reblogs / Likes are loved and encouraged!

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Bucky was never quite sure if walking helped or not. Sometimes it cleared his head. Other times, it just gave his thoughts a wider landscape to echo in. The city was home for him ,  sure, but it was also heavy.

That afternoon , after another long session with Dr. Raynor , he ended up wandering aimlessly through lower Manhattan. She had brought him up ignoring Sam's texts and invites to things , always finding a reason and a way to say no.

The sun was rising just right between the tall buildings , warm on his face despite the chill in the air, and the city buzzed around him , alive, indifferent , but always comforting.

He was passing a small ivy-covered café tucked into the corner of a cobbled side street when he heard a voice , sharp and irritated , slicing through the late afternoon peace.

“C’mon , honey , don’t be like that. Just give me your number.” the voice growled with impure intention.

Bucky stopped , just out of sight behind a crooked iron railing covered in vines. 

The tone was unmistakable. That low , not giving up ,pressure. A man standing too close. A woman’s silence was sharp enough to feel from ten feet away.

Bucky finally decided to step around the corner entering the cafe.

The guy who was harassing was tall , leaning over a meek looking waitress who clutched a tray against her chest like a shield. 

She had wide, watery eyes and a stiff jaw , lips parted like she was trying to find the right words but couldn’t quite get them out. On the line of deciding how to dismiss the man without provoking anger from him.

“She said no,” Bucky said evenly , shoulders square and standing upright.

The man looked over , annoyed. “Yeah? Why don't you mind your own business , pal.”

Bucky tilted his head, stepping closer, voice calm. “I make it my business when I see a man harassing a woman.”

The guy took one look at the way Bucky stood—loose but ready , quiet but unwavering , and seemed to think better of it. 

With a grumbled curse and one more look towards the waitress , he backed off, hitting Bucky's shoulder as he stalked down the sidewalk.

Bucky turned to the waitress. “You okay?” His voice is low and sincere.

She nodded quickly , exhaling a shaky breath. 

“Thank you. I'm sorry..He… he would not stop.”

Bucky blinked , noticing it now. The soft roll of her R’s , the lilting vowels , the way she tilted her head when she spoke , like she was trying to find each word before it fled.

He softened. “There's no need for you for be sorry , Where are you from?”

“Romania,” she said, her eyes still wary but grateful. “I move here six months ago.”

Bucky nodded slowly , something catching in his chest.

 “I lived in Romania for a little while. Long time ago , but….”

She blinked, surprised. “You did?”

He offered a small smile. “Yeah , I did-” 

He took a breath. 

“Well that guy was a jerk. You deserve to be treated better.”

She looked down , shy, then back up seeing him begging to turn around and leave 

“I finish soon. Fifteen minutes. Maybe… you stay? For coffee? Or… or lunch? As thank you.” She said stuttering , words coming out before she could think about the offer she was giving the near stranger.

He hesitated.

Then glanced toward the little library nook tucked in the back corner of the café , cozy chairs , dusty bookshelves , a tall window spilling golden light across the floor.

“…Alright,” he said quietly. “Yeah. I’ll wait.”

She smiled and ran off behind the counter to continue her shift.

And her smile ,  it was the kind of smile that warmed more than just the air.

–

Fifteen minutes turned into twenty. But Bucky didn’t mind. 

He browsed the books , finger trailing along spines , most of the selection too modern for him to recognize as he sat in the deep blue armchair by the window.

When she returned , she was out of uniform , in a soft maroon sweater and jeans. 

Hair pulled back in a loose ponytail , face flushed from the morning rush. She carried two cups—one for each of them.

“Im sorry , I don’t know your name,” she said as she sat beside him.

“Bucky and thank you for the cup,” he replied , offering his hand , then taking the steaming drink.

She looked at it for a moment before slipping her smaller one into his. “Nice to meet you , Bucky” Her accent strong saying his name. 

He smiled at his name being said from your mouth , he tried your name on his tongue. “That’s a pretty name”

She beamed , cheeks pink. “You say it good. Most people… not so.”

He grinned. “Perks of having been around a while, I know a good name when I hear one.”

She laughed softly and sipped her drink , glancing out the window before turning back to him. “I like here. New York. Big. Loud. But… beautiful.”

He nodded. “Yeah , it can be a little loud but it's home..”

Her eyes twinkled. “You show me? Some favorite place?”

“Now?” he asked eyes widening slightly.

“Why not?” she asked , tilting her head.

And for once , Bucky didn’t have a reason to say no.

–

They walked through the city as it began to glow with the slowly rising sun—she was taking it all in. 

Flower stalls spilling color and petals onto the sidewalks , fire escapes draped in ivy , kids playing on stoops , steam curling from sidewalk grates.

Bucky showed her the little park behind the church where the trees stayed green longer than anywhere else in the city. 

The hotdog stand currently filling the streets with a delicious smell , ran by a younger gentleman named Marcus. The alley mural that changed with the seasons , painted by a retired art teacher named Luis–

“You know everyone,” she said with a grin , bumping her shoulder into his.

“Just the people worth knowing.” he said smiling down at her.

Eventually, she pointed to a pizza place across the street. “I’m hungry.”

“Well we can't have that now can we?” He teased reaching for her hand out of instinct as they made their way across the crosswalk.

They grabbed a slice each and sodas—hers topped with cherries , his an ice cold root beer as they sat on the patio outside.

When she pulled the cherry from her drink and popped it into her mouth , her smile turned mischievous.

“Wanna see something cool?”

He raised a brow curiously.. “Always.”

Tongue in cheek , her brows furrowed , concentrated. A moment later , she popped open her mouth barely  to reveal a perfectly tied cherry stem between her lips..

Bucky blinked. “How did you-?”

She giggled. “My superpower , wanna try?”

He chuckled , leaning in close. “Mind if I borrow it?”

Her brows lifted , playful as she shook her head leaning toward him  , before he dipped forward and kissed her—quick , warm, stealing the cherry stem and leaving her laughing in surprise.

“You thief,” she teased.

He shrugged. “Now watch” he said smirking , beginning to try and tie the stem. He failed , making you laugh when he pouted.

–

You walked more after that , bellies fully now side by side , shoulders brushing. 

There was no tension , the air between them light and full of things unsaid but felt. Every few steps , she glanced at him, like she was still making sure he was real and here.

They found a park bench and sat and she started telling a story, her words careful and chosen , something about her grandmother and the village where she grew up. 

About how they had an orange cat who always sat in the windowsill , pawing at birds and purring like a tractor.

“My grandmother—she keep her, ah…” She paused, brow furrowed, searching. “How you say… the animal? Meow?” she said shyly.

Bucky smiled, hand resting on the edge of the bench , fingers brushing across her shoulder.  “Do you mean a cat?”

“Yes! Cat! I forget the word.” She laughed at herself, cheeks flushing. “I speak English in head well but not in mouth.”

“You’re doing great,” he said sincerely. “And you’re brave for trying.”

“Brave?” she echoed.

He nodded. “Most people wouldn’t move to a new country and speak a whole new language every day. That’s very brave doll.”

She looked down at the sidewalk, then back up at him with something like pride. “You are kind. I like your words.”

They sat in comfortable silence as an idea popped in her head , she grinned suddenly facing him. 

“Would you like to learn something?” she asked shyly again.

“You mean in Romanian?” 

She nodded and he copied the movement , agreeing. 

“Ok let me think , what was name you said just minute ago?”

“Me calling you  Doll?” he asked shifting , facing her fully , but his hand stayed still on her shoulder.

“Doll is..păpușă”

He tried to say it but fumbled a bit. But after trying again caught on quickly.

“Very good” she smiled brightly at his now perfect pronunciation.

“Well…You know păpușă”... He grinned a lopsided smirk using her native tongue making her giggle.

“I have a cat” he finished.

She stopped , blinking. “You have cat?”

“Mmhmm , would you.. do you want to meet her?”

And just like that , she was tugging gently on his sleeve and leading him up off the bench with the brightest eyes.

He took lead and guided them toward his building , a little more heart in every step.

–

Bucky’s apartment was quiet and soft—the kind of space that had been shaped by discipline but held with care. 

Pale wood floors. A worn rug. Books stacked on desks. A record player humming quietly in the corner.

And a snow-white cat perched on the armrest of his couch , staring at them like she’d been expecting the company.

“That’s Alpine,” he said, toeing off his boots.

You crouched beside the couch , holding your hand out gently. 

“Hello, mazăre dulce” (sweet pea)

Alpine blinked , slow and careful , then pressed her head into your palm.

Bucky watched with awe. “She usually doesn’t warm up that fast.”

“Animals know,” she said simply. “They feel your… how do you sa…”

“Energy?” he knew immediately by the gesture she was making with her free hand.

“Da. That.” (yes)

She stood again , turning in a slow circle to take in his apartment. Her eyes landed on the record collection stacked neatly in a corner . “These all yours?”

“Yeah. Old habits started collecting young and it just stuck.”

“You play something for me?” she asked, smiling reaching her eyes with wonder sparkling in them.

He nodded , moving to the turntable and flipping through records. The warm scratch of vinyl filled the room as he dropped the needle—slow forties jazz winding its way into the quiet  , like smoke curling in air.

She walked toward him , slow, fingertips brushing over spines of books and corners of furniture like she was memorizing it all.

“You live alone?” she asked softly.

“Yeah. Just me and Alpine.”

“Must be lonely , no?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

She stood beside him now , close. “Not tonight.”

“No,” he said, turning to face her. “But , not tonight.”

They ended up tangled legs on the couch as they talked until the sky turned deep indigo. 

They shared stories about places they’d been. Foods she missed. Dreams she had. 

He told her about the mountains in Wakanda that reminded him of the hills in Romania, about the bakery a block away that made the best croissants outside of Paris. She told him about wildflowers in the fields back home she would dance in as a fetiță , and how she used to braid them into her grandmothers hair.

Eventually after a couple yawns and seeing the lights come to light in the city , she stood , glancing at the time on her phone. 

“I should go. It’s late.”

He grounded stretching as he moved with her to the door, Alpine trailing behind like a silent chaperone.

Outside , the city hummed in the distance—sirens and laughter and tires on pavement. A cab waited at the corner , its headlights soft and waiting.

She turned to him , fingers curled around her bag strap.

He reached out , brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. 

“Can I see you again?”

Her smile stretched, warm and bright. “Yes i would like a lot.”

And then he kissed her again—gentle , quiet, like a promise. She kissed him back like she did at lunch , with a softness that made his ribs ache.

“Bye, Bucky,” she whispered as she pulled back , voice barely a sound.

“Bye, păpușă” he murmured. (doll)

She smiled at the name and kissed him quickly on the corner of his mouth and walked toward the cab , looking back once , cheeks pink and eyes bright , like her heart was already racing toward the next time they are together..

Bucky stood at the edge of the street, watching her go.

And for the first time in a long time , the city and his mind didn’t feel so heavy.

- end

[strawberrygyuuuu]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Genre —> Fluff

—> what it's like being in a relationship with them.

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YEONJUN

• He's so cutie

• loves having at least a hand on your thigh or around your waist bc it makes him feel at ease

• it's also js a natural reflex to just swing his arm around you or sum

• I can see him liking physical affection; or just any affection at that tbh

• he's just so opening loving especially to you so even if your love language isn't physically affectionate it's not a problem to him at all

• I believe his love language is a little bit of everything but more heavy on gift giving, quality time and physical affection.

• he loves gifting you stuff, he has the money and he may not always have the time so gifting you something he knows you'll like or heard you said you wanted is a way to show you that he still cares

• quality time because he knows y'all can't always be together because of his schedules and stuff but he tries

• anytime he can he'll send you a quick text to check up on you or a quick I love you text, maybe call for a few minutes or a quick visit on his lunch break to you

• physical affection because idk I feel like he's so cuddly, esp when he's sleepy or it's been a long day, a long time since he's seen you (like after tour for example).

• he lets you glam him up

• like...full on you can dress him how you like, makeup, heels, cute hair clips, babe have fun he's just happy to be there and that you're happy

• happy you = happy Junnie

• he's also a guy who would stare at you in such a lovesick way just in full adoration staring at you

SOOBIN

• soft giant

• yeah, he's tall asf but he's so gentle and sweet

• he was shy in the first month or two in the relationship before getting more comfortable with initiating things first n stuff

• if y'all were good friends before dating I think he'll be a little less shy, but not by much. Just a little more confidence

• he gives you piggyback rides, sometimes you don't have to ask like, if your feet hurt from walk or sum he'll gladly put you on his back or tell you to get in his bsck

• I think his love language is quality time and gift giving

• just being in the sa room as him doing your own thing, vibing

• or clinging to each other and talking, or just clinging to each other doing your own thing

• gift giving because I think he wants you to remember he loves you even if he can't always verbally tell you

• he's shy leave him alone😭

• he's trying to get better at words of affirmation tho so it's ok

• tucks you into bed and kisses your forehead, tell me I'm wrong you can't.

BEOMGYU

• It's definitely never boring

• the dates? Always spontaneous

• like..it can be a random afternoon on Tuesday and he'll just start getting ready and you have no choice but to follow him lol

• it could js be a walk, walking to nowhere in specific and if y'all find a cafe or a store you guys haven't seen before best believe you guys are going to explore that shit lol

• not all dates ofc, some are planned and romantic

• teases you a lot and is very playful but knows when to stop

• he doesn't over do it, usually just to get your attention tbh

• and this boy almost always wants your attention but it's okay bc you love him

• loves putting your hair in little ponytails on the top of your head on each side and literally pouts so much if you try and take it out or complain about it

• he giggles and is happy tho so ig it's worth it

• I think he sometimes try and wake up a little earlier just to spoil you; gifts, food, ur fav snacks and drinks and some new clothes or orders lots of stuff from online websites just to surprise you

• ofc there are moments where he knows to be serious or to calm down and enjoy the moment together w you

• he's the sweetest and is just v playful, pls be kind to him.

TAEHYUN

• he may seem cold or mean ig but he's so gentle and nice like he is the dream

• he's okay with physical affection but it's not his favorite, doesn't mean he'll complain or try and get you off if you initiate some from time to time though

• when sleeping, he will cuddle you because that's how he gets good sleep at night so enjoy it babes

• words of affirmation and quality time

• hes good at telling you words of affirmation, compliments and even tho he says I love you in special moments, he still tells you things to let you know he does love you, so much.

• I feel like quality time is obvious; I think he's more kept to himself but can be very fun and expressive at times

• spending time with you in the same room is something he likes doing

• it's comfort to him just by you being near him or beside him

• loves going places with you even if you've been there multiple times before. He just wants to be with you even if it's walking for ten minutes

• he writes cute & short notes to you before leaving for work usually because he leaves and wakes up earlier then you

• he DEF has a memory box of the things you've gifted him to cherish

• he adores you and loves you so so much, he trusts you and you're his first priority; over his work too.

• idk guys he's a keeper

HUENINGKAI

• soft giant pt.2

• memory box of things you've given him pt.2

• you guys gift each other plushies and stuffed animals bc it's like a cute little thing y'all do

• def keeps the stuffed animals/plushies you give him somewhere special separate from his plushies

• physical affection, words of affirmation

• he loves to cuddle, hold hands, kisses, hugs, literally anything he adores you

• he's so sweet and kind and gentle and soft ARUGH OTL

• he is the golden retriever bf

• really likes telling you how pretty you are or how he thinks your hair looks cute that day and expects you to also give him compliments

• actually, you better give him compliments and love him with all your heart bc he worships the ground you walk on so pls take good care of this big baby he's a sweet thang

• never had a bad word towards you or raises his voice at you

• I can see him sometimes trying to wrestle you a little but it's so gently it's just cute and y'all are a giggling mess

• JS LOVE THIS BOY PLS HE DESERVES THE WORLD

[munchhmm]

Could you do like a platonic one w/ the monster trio, Ace, and whoever else?

or is that too much effort? lol. (I'm not being mean, I promise)

Home and Friendship

I’m so sorry this is late, family stuffs :( This is mixed with something I was already thinking about for Law so I’m all over it! I hope you enjoy, sweetness!

The boys reacting to reader and them having a platonic relationship ⋆˚࿔

Pairings: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, and Law x F!reader

Warnings: Ill relative, drinking, and mensuration

Credit to @cafekitsune for dividers! first pic is mine

Word count: About 3.4 words 𐙚

Luffy •̀ᴗ-

Smiles and laughs with you all day.

When you’re sad he’s the first to cheer you up with silly faces.

Drags you on adventures before anyone else.

Stays up late watching the water with you while talking.

Even lets you steal his food… Sometimes.

“HEY Y/N, CHECK THIS OUT!!” yells the rubber boy as he rounds the corner to the area you sat during the late afternoon. It was a calm day; a gentle wind brushed along the beautiful orange and pink sunset. The usual smell of seawater and food being prepared covered the whole deck of the ship. Luffy was excited to show you a new recipe Sanji had learned while at the last island—he even brought enough to actually share with you this time.

Little did he know why you were sitting away from the others, not really in the mood to deal with socializing. The other day, you got a call on your transponder snail from your mother—your father has fallen ill. It was common for him to get sick, but this was the first time you couldn’t be there for him. Small tears flow down your face as you hold your knees close to your chest, sniffling every so often.

Luffy immediately sensed something was wrong. He was your best friend and captain, after all. “Wait, wait—why are you crying?! Please don’t be sad, nothing’s wrong, Y/N!” he says while bending down to meet you and gently rubs your shoulder. Rare for everyone else, but for you it was common.

While you’re wiping away your tears to explain, Luffy sits beside you and pulls your body into his lap. The sudden movement startled you slightly. “Y/N, something must really be bothering you. Just sit here till you feel better,” he whispers with a concerned look, pulling your hair back so it stays out of your face.

“He… My dad, he’s sick again,” you finally manage to say after a few moments. Luffy looks down at you and pats your head gently. “He’s tough though, just like you! I know he’ll be just fine!”

The captain's comment made you laugh a little. “Wouldn’t I be strong like him though, since he’s older?” you say while tucking your head further into Luffy’s chest.

The feeling of laughter through his body was always comforting. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But look at what I brought you though! Would this cheer you up a bit?” He holds out a plate of fried spicy pork bites with other various sides and vegetables. The smell is incredible—and surprisingly still warm.

“Oh my god, yes please,” you say while taking the plate and setting it in your lap.

“Open wide, Y/N!” When you turn your head to look at Luffy, he’s holding a piece of his food to your mouth. With a giggle, you comply with his demand and open your mouth so he can feed you. It’s probably one of the best meals you’ve ever had—and it’s clear Luffy agrees.

“DO YOU LIKE IT?! THE MEAT IS THE BEST PART!” he says as his eyes sparkle with amusement. You smile and nod your head.

“Yeah, it’s amazing. We should eat this every day!” A smile meets your face while you speak, trying to match his energy, making Luffy gasp.

“You smiled! Does that mean you’re feeling better now?”

After setting down your empty plate, you lay back onto Luffy’s chest while holding onto his neck. “A lot better. Thank you.”

He just laughs and grips onto you tighter. “Of course! You’re my best friend and I love you!”

“…I love you too, stretchy boy,” you say with a slight blush gracing your face as you fall asleep in his arms.

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Zoro ◜ᴗ◝

Quiet but shows his affection through actions and favors.

Chooses you as his training partner every time.

Knows what you’re thinking and mentions it before you do.

You’re the only one who can lay on his shoulder when he naps.

Let you hold his swords a few times, really trusts you.

Drinks clinking and the various chattering of bar patrons filled the small club/inn combo with a homey vibe. No one fighting or breaking things, just relaxing fun. You and Zoro sat in a small booth at the back of the building, drinking and having a casual conversation about the best way to survive falling off of a cliff (that’s casual, right?) when a heavily intoxicated man comes up to the table.

“Hey honey, you with this guy? I know you could do a lot better than him.” He gets close enough to you that the smell of alcohol on his breath is overwhelming. Zoro’s hand is already on his sword, ready to beat the ever-living shit out of this guy.

“So what if she was with me? That’s no concern of yours. Now leave,” the green-haired boy said calmly but sternly. You glanced at Zoro to see him sitting with eyes closed, patient and collected.

The drunk man scoffs and walks away without another word. You sigh a small breath of relief.

“Thanks, that dude was weird.”

Zoro just shrugs and takes a sip of his drink. “Guys like that piss me off. They should keep their mouths shut if they knew what was good for them.”

Since the crew had to wait for some items to be delivered to the island they were staying at, they all decided to stay at an inn—the one attached to the bar. After you and Zoro were done having a few drinks, you both decided to walk around the city before heading to bed.

Well, that was the plan at least. One too many drinks later, and you weren’t even able to stand up right by the time of making it two blocks over.

“Geez, you really can’t handle your booze, huh?” he asks while letting you lean on him as you both turn back toward the inn.

“Hush, I think I can hear the moon,” you say while putting most of your weight onto Zoro, causing him to lift you for a piggyback ride.

“Wait, what does that even mean?” he says with a genuinely confused expression.

You don’t answer. By the time he finished his sentence, you were fast asleep. Zoro shakes his head and smirks, mumbling to himself about how annoying you are—but he means it in the best way possible.

Back at the inn, he attempts to take you to your own room so he can go to his, until realizing—after checking both yours and his pockets—that he only had his room key. Yours seemed to be missing, probably lost when you stumbled down the street or when he picked you up.

A groan leaves Zoro’s lips, waking you up slightly. When he feels you move, he explains the situation.

“We lost your room key. What should I do?”

“Just let me sleep with you in your room.”

“...What?”

His expression turns to shock, his ears turning a bit red. Sure, you nap on him on the deck of the Sunny, but going to bed in the same room? Wasn’t that different?

“It’s not a big deal. I’ll sleep on the floor. Just take us there, please—I’m getting dizzy,” you say, still half asleep and very drunk.

Zoro hesitates for a moment before making his way to the room with you still on his back. When he opens the door and sets you down, the first thing you do is immediately flop onto the hard wooden flooring. He didn’t like making you sleep like this—it was wrong, and he cares about you. Silently, he picks you up and slides you into the bed, setting up a makeshift sleeping spot for himself on the floor where you just were.

Before he can lie down, you reach out and grab his arm. “Don’t be weird, just come lay with me.”

Zoro doesn’t pull away. Instead, he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, and gives in.

It’s comfortable. At first, he’s stiff and awkward, but after a few moments, you’re laying on his chest while he keeps an arm behind his head. When he thinks you’re asleep, he mumbles, “I guess this isn’t as strange as I thought.”

“Told ya so,” you say against his chest with a smile.

Zoro doesn’t reply—just smirks and closes his eyes, drifting to sleep with you.

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Sanji ^ 3 ^

Still flirts like his usual self.

You can never do wrong in his eyes.

Cooks every meal you eat unless he takes you out.

Insists if you ever get a boyfriend he’d hurt them.

Protects you from everything, never lets you out of his sight.

The sun shined brightly through your curtains, casting shadows across the room like paint. Sadly, there was nothing to block your eyes from the radiating light that caused you to wake up earlier than expected. With an annoyed groan, you stand to make your way to the bathroom — might as well get ready since you can’t go back to sleep.

While doing the usual stuff — brushing your teeth, getting dressed, using the bathroom — you notice a familiar red stain on the bottoms you had worn to bed. Great. Today of all days.

Already annoyed from the lack of sleep and now lack of emotional regulation, you make your way to the kitchen, hoping Sanji had kept leftovers you could snack on until breakfast. To your half-surprise, the blond-haired cook was already there before you, making the most wonderful-smelling food.

“Good morning, my love! Wait, why are you up so early?” he questions, turning his head to you only for a moment before having to bring his focus back to the sizzling pan in front of him.

“Mother Nature betrayed me twice today, so I came looking for comfort in carbs,” you say with a sigh as you sit at the table close to Sanji, putting your head down on the hard wood.

“What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” A small concerned look crosses his face as he turns to face you fully, waiting for the food to cool so he can plate it.

“I was woken up by the sun and started my period. It’s really not a big deal, just annoying,” you say with your face still pressing against the table.

Sanji starts to gently rub your shoulders, leaning down slightly so he can speak in a more quiet tone. “It is a big deal. You’re in pain and didn’t even get enough sleep to handle it properly.”

After a few minutes, he turns back to the pan and slides the food onto a plate, handing it to you with a warm smile. When you lift your head, there’s a huge stack of strawberry pancakes sitting in front of your face. The feeling of warmth and love fills your heart, looking at him with tears filling the edges of your eyes.

“Thank you. This is exactly what I wanted.”

While you try to enjoy this amazing meal, steam rolling from the grill behind as Sanji continues making a basic breakfast, the rest of the crew enters. Being around the others usually wasn’t too bad — actually, it was quite lovely most of the time. But, much to your annoyance, they could get too loud, talk too much, ask way too many questions… the list goes on.

A single glance from the cook is all it takes for everyone to understand — well, most — this was a quiet morning. Otherwise, you might not be fed. Of course, Luffy didn’t understand this, still yelling and bouncing off the walls like usual. All crew members were served the same: eggs, a grain, and some type of meat. Mainly for Luffy.

Thankfully, no one opened their mouth. Eating patiently, stacking their plates, and slipping out like if they made a sound the whole ship would cave in. You sigh at the sight of dishes half your height sitting next to the sink. Sanji notices within seconds of your face changing.

“My love, sit please while I make you some tea. I’ll clean and make sure no one bothers you.” He says it with so much grace that the air surrounding you both should be blushing.

At first, protests and fake pouts try to work their way through Sanji’s barrier — to no avail. Finally, you give up and watch as he makes two cups of tea, cleans every dish in the kitchen, wipes down all the counters, and reorganizes every item put out of place during the breakfast frenzy.

Once he’s satisfied with the state of the kitchen, glancing at you for a second to also get your approval, Sanji slowly walks over to the table you sit at, leaning against it while relighting his cigarette.

“Is there anything else I can do for you? More food? Another massage? I could rearrange all the islands in the world to spell your name~” he says in the sweetest and most protective tone possible.

“Nah, this is perfect. Thank you very much, Mr. Eyebrows,” you say as you place a simple but knowingly devastating kiss on Sanji’s cheek.

His instincts tell him to fly out the window with the biggest nosebleed imaginable, but he knows — at most — this is someone, at heart, he would consider a sister. He was definitely fine with that… just in his different way.

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Ace > .<

Big brother energy all the way.

Super sweet and understanding.

Talks about anything with you, even makeup and boys.

Makes you wear his clothes when you get cold.

Knows all of your hobbies and passions.

How in the hell haha literally maybe was everyone able to still stand on this island? The heat radiating off of the ground could be felt by people millions of miles away — you could swear it. But here you are, being dragged around a small shopping center full of clothes older than your mother and purses that would insult every designer alive.

Ace thought you would like the dusty thrift stores. Sure, the items were “vintage,” but it’s the thought that counts, right? Of course, there were a few things you picked to take home: cute sundresses, an adorable bow for your hair, and a small ottoman, with the plan of turning it into a chair for your vanity. The dark-haired boy effortlessly carried everything as he guided you from store to store, making sure everything that reminded him of you was seen.

After the billionth shop — it feels, anyway — your feet give that throb that tells you, “Hey, maybe we should stop this.” Sadly though, your luck had run out.

The owner of this store was sweet and kind, but also talkative and persistent. Trying to be respectful, you and Ace stand while the older man chats about how long he’s run the place, what all he used to sell, etc. Ace glances and can tell you’re uncomfortable — it’s written on your face behind the fake but sweet smile.

Before the man can start another story about how the candy he used to have in stock gave people illnesses clearly a good warning sign, Ace grabs you by the waist and flashes a genuine grin to the man. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we gotta get back to the ship. Captain’s been waiting for us.” Out the door without another word.

“Don’t think that guy was ever gonna stop talking, am I right?” he says while still lugging the various other bags full of precious materials. You laugh softly and playfully hip bump Ace. “Yeah, he probably wouldn’t have, but it’s alright since you saved me.”

He barely flinches in reaction to your moves, waving a hand in the air. “No big deal, not like I’m the coolest person alive or anything.” The cockiness is practically dripping in his words. “Huh, but I thought you were the hottest person in the world? Oh wait, no, that’s not what I meant—” But the laughing had already started.

“You think I’m hot, huh? Didn’t know you wanted me like that, weirdo~” All playful, and all meant to get you flustered. He knew it wasn’t anything serious, but getting a rise out of you was fun.

An eye roll and a few purposefully weak punches to the arm lead you both to the ship, finally relieving Ace of the many bags and large, awkward items.

The late afternoon is still warm, humid, and annoying. To top it all off? This stupid ottoman you bought had the worst stains — not seeing them before buying it. That wasn’t the only thing you didn’t notice. Ace stood in the doorway, watching with a smirk on his face as you furiously scrubbed the fabric.

“Need help with that, or are you just gonna burn a hole through it?” he asks while walking over, taking control of the rag.

“Ugh, wouldn’t you be the one to do that?” you say, half serious, half joking, arms crossing to give the impression of true annoyance.

“Fair, but this time I won’t… maybe.” He continues to try to get the stains to lift, using the same method as you. But it’s his hands — so it should work this time, right?

Eventually, he’s able to get half of the spots to go away. The others clearly aren’t leaving anytime soon. “We’ll just dye it or something, right?” The dark-haired boy rubs the back of his neck, offering suggestions on a whim.

“Yeah… something. Whatever it is, you’ll be helping.” You smirk at your words while patting Ace’s shoulders. He knew that really meant he’ll be doing all the work.

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Law > ₃ <

Makes you take your medication especially when you’re sick.

Sneaks food from the other crew members to give you.

Lets you lay in his bed while he’s doing paperwork.

Scolds you if you don’t eat or sleep enough out of worry.

Teases you only when you’re in a good mood.

Late nights like this made you feel like life was really worth it—silence that was comforting instead of deafening, paper that smelled like ink instead of chemicals. Usually, you’d be reading a novel, taking notes every so often, while Law sits at a comfortable distance beside you, filling reports and such. This time was no different, but the latest mission had taken more of your energy than expected. Keeping a hand tucked under your chin and trying to keep your eyes open with supernatural force wasn’t working, so you decided to lean against Law—just for a few minutes, then you’d bookmark your page and leave for bed.

Those few minutes turned to many. Before you knew it, sleep had taken over—dreaming of days where you and the rest of the crew could relax on a vacation, drinking fruity cocktails and sunbathing without a care in sight.

Law, on the other hand?

He’s internally spiraling. Simply not used to this kind of close contact. Doesn’t mind it, but doesn’t know how to compute it.

The page filled with words in front of him suddenly makes no sense, jumbling together like a foreign language. Once he knows for sure you’re asleep, the tension in his shoulders relaxes a bit. An hour or so goes by, and Law desperately wants to get up for more coffee, but wouldn’t dare move if it meant waking you.

Another hour goes by. At this point, he’s read and filled out every piece of paperwork he has with him. There’s no avoiding this, clearly. Law attempts to gently shift you off his shoulder so he can hopefully bring you to your bed without much trouble, accidentally waking you sooner than he had expected.

“Hey, sorry. You fell asleep.” The words are quiet but deep. Even after rubbing your eyes and sitting up better, you still felt weak. He didn’t say anything—just picks you up and continues his plan like nothing happened.

“Rest is important, you know. Do it more often.” Law sounds annoyed. He is, a bit—but only because he’s worried about your well-being. Once he starts caring about someone, there’s not much that can make his loyalty falter.

Once you’re tucked into bed, he does a scan of the room to make sure nothing needs to be done before leaving, planning to come back shortly with some water, then head to bed himself.

As Law walks out the door, he turns to you and smirks, speaking softly to mainly himself: “Stay healthy, idiot.”

Returning briefly with a cup of cool water—the sound of it being set down on your bedside table nonexistent—he stops for a moment to watch you. Peaceful, happy, and at ease. Exactly how it should be.

“…I can feel your eyes on me, idiot.” You say this while still laying completely still, unaffected, a smirk crawling its way up.

“Just making sure you’re still breathing. Don’t read into it.” Hands finding his pockets, he makes his way to your door, switching the light on and back off again just to get the last laugh.

The next morning at breakfast, the usual chaotic banter takes place. Law sits in the back sipping his coffee while reading the day’s paper. You walk up with an extra serving of rice, setting it in front of him with a smile.

“For last night~” The words are purposefully teasing, making the other crew members around choke on their food. Law just smirks without looking away from his reading, thinking about how he was going to get even.

[slaybinnie]

I loved your sieun fic, it was so cute and intimate..

do you mind doing something similar with suho but they make up after suho gets jealous over how much the reader is spending with a male classmate.. please and thank you🩷🩷

JEALOUS BABY

ׂ╰┈➤ suho x fem!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ mdni), explicit language, jealousy lol, no protection used (sorry), slight communication avoidance, slight breeding kink (🤭)

about: suho feels that you’re spending a little too much time with your new classmate. he feels a little down about himself and avoids you.. but don’t worry, he’ll make it up to you.

note: anon! i'm so sorry it took me so long to answer. i've been so busy doing school work but im free now. here you go! hope you all love it < 3

╰┈➤ WORD COUNT: 4k

Suho trusted you. He really did, but Mingyu? Not so much.

Mingyu was the new transfer student at school and of course you just had to have an open seat next to you for him to sit in. Suho usually isn’t a jealous person. You have had guy friends, but this time it’s different.

Mingyu was tall, muscular, smart, not a fighter. Sometimes Suho felt that he couldn’t amount up to that. Even before you started dating Suho he’s been a fighter. Even though Suho only fought to defend, a hole still burns in his heart with the thought of you hating him for it.

The first week of Mingyu's arrival had been normal. You introduced him to your friend group and even helped him navigate the school. Suho had been nothing but supportive. That was just who Suho was. He was (usually) understanding and secure in your relationship.

But as the days of Mingyu being around turned into weeks, something shifted.

It was the little things that started to bother Suho. Mingyu would linger after class to ask you questions that seemed a lot more personal than academic. He'd save you a seat in the cafeteria when Suho was running late from his own classes. He'd even walk you to your locker when Suho couldn’t.

Suho noticed everything

“How was your day?” Suho asked one afternoon as you met him by the school gates.

“Good! Mingyu and I worked on the chemistry project during free period,” you said, adjusting your backpack strap. “Oh, and he asked if I wanted to go to that new bubble tea place downtown this weekend to continue working on it.”

Suho's jaw tightened subtly and his eyebrows furrowed. “This weekend?”

“Yeah, Saturday afternoon. The project is due Monday and we're nowhere near finished.” You looked at him with concern when you noticed his expression. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Suho replied quickly, forcing a smile. “I was just thinking we could spend Saturday together, but your project is more important.”

You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers. “We can do something Sunday? Or maybe you could come with us? I'm sure Mingyu wouldn't mind.”

The thought of watching Mingyu charm you for hours while pretending to focus on schoolwork made Suho's stomach hurt. Hell no. “No, it's fine. You two should focus on your project.”

That Saturday, Suho found himself walking past the bubble tea shop three times, each time catching glimpses of you and Mingyu through the window. The last time Suho walked past, he finally stopped and thought about what he was doing. Gosh, he had to look like a stalker, he thought.

Suho exhaled a breath he didn’t even know he was holding before he forced himself to walk away.

Monday morning was supposed to be better, your presentation was finished and now Suho had you all to himself. Not. Your friendship with Mingyu had blossomed outside of a school environment. You couldn’t believe how much in common you had with him, and so couldn’t Suho.

The next few weeks passed in a blur of stolen glances and forced smiles. Suho watched as you and Mingyu discovered shared interests in everything. Every time you mentioned something new you'd learned about Mingyu, Suho felt a little piece of his confidence chip away.

“He's really funny,” you'd say after repeating some joke Mingyu had made during lunch. “You know the volunteer hours we have to do? He chose to volunteer at the animal shelter on weekends.”

Of course he did, Suho thought bitterly. Perfect Mingyu probably saved orphaned puppies in his spare time while Suho spent his weekends nursing his bruised knuckles and mopping restaurant floors for extra cash.

The breaking point for Suho came on a Thursday afternoon when he arrived at your usual meeting spot by the school gates to find you weren't there. He waited for fifteen minutes before his phone buzzed with a text.

Y/n: Baby! I’m so sorry! Mingyu needs me to go over a couple exam questions with him. Meet you at home instead?

Suho stared at the message, his chest tightening with an ache. This damn Mingyu guy. This isn’t the first time plans have changed because your friend needed help but Mingyu just irked Suho. He was jealous.

Instead of heading to your house, Suho found himself walking through the neighborhood, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his mind racing. By the time he finally knocked on your door, the sun was setting and his mood had soured.

“Suho!” You opened the door with a big smile. “I was wondering when you'd get here. Come in, I ordered your favorite food.”

He followed you inside quietly. “How was your talk with Mingyu?” Suho asked, trying to keep his voice calm as you both settled on the couch with your food.

“Oh, it was fine! I just explained why he got a couple answers wrong then we talked a little about music. He was telling me about this music festival he went to last summer. Apparently, some of my favorite artists were there. Small world, right?”

“Right. Small world.” He picked at his food, his appetite gone.

You sensed something was and sat down your fork and turned to face him fully. “Are you okay? You seem... down?”

Suho wanted to tell you everything. About how he felt like he was losing you, about how Mingyu seemed perfect in all the ways he wasn't, about how the thought of you realizing you deserve better kept him awake at night. Instead, he just shrugged.

“I'm fine.”

“Suho.” Your voice was gentle. “Talk to me.”

He looked at you and saw the genuine concern in your eyes. But instead of reassuring him, it only made him feel worse.

Before Suho could respond his phone buzzed. “A delivery, I got to go.”

You watched Suho grab his jacket and head for the door, confusion written all over your face. Something was definitely wrong, but he was shutting you out completely.

The next few days were torture for Suho. He kept showing up, kept being the supportive boyfriend, but there was a wall between you two that hadn't been there before. Every time you mentioned Mingyu's name, Suho felt that familiar twist in his chest. Why couldn’t he just tell you what was wrong?

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell you. He just didn’t want to seem like a controlling boyfriend. This feeling was new territory for Suho. He'd never been the jealous type because he'd never had something this precious to lose before.

Friday afternoon, Suho was cleaning tables at the restaurant where he worked part-time when his phone buzzed.

Y/n: Movie night tonight? I miss you :(

His heart clenched. He missed you too, desperately. He had to make things right tonight. No matter how it makes him look.

Suho: I’ll be there after work. 10:30 PM.

Y/n: Yay! I love you I love you I love you.

Suho laughed at your reply and for the rest of his shift, he was thinking about you.

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The clock on your living room wall read 10:45 PM when you heard Suho's familiar knock at your door. You'd been curled up on the couch in your favorite oversized sweater and soft shorts, having already set up snacks and a movie queued that you both loved.

“Hey,” you said softly as you opened the door, immediately noticing the tension in his shoulders.

“Hey, baby.” His voice was quieter than usual, his eyes softening the moment he saw you. Despite everything weighing on his mind, you still had that effect on him. He loved you.

You led him to the couch and he settled beside you.

“I picked a movie,” you said, reaching for the remote, but Suho's hand gently caught your wrist.

“Can we... can we just talk first?” His thumb traced small circles on your skin, a nervous habit you'd noticed over the months you'd been together.

You turned to face him fully, tucking one leg under you. “Of course. What's been going on, Suho? You've seemed a little upset this week.”

He was quiet for a moment, staring down at where his fingers were still wrapped around your wrist. When he finally looked up, there was something vulnerable in his eyes that made you frown.

“It's about Mingyu,” he said quietly.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Mingyu from school? What about him?”

Suho took a deep breath, and you could see him gathering courage. “I've been... I've had this feeling in my chest. Like I can’t help but feel upset or annoyed when he’s around or when you talk about him. And I hate myself for it because I know you haven't done anything wrong. You're just being a good friend to him, the same way you are with everyone. But watching you two together, seeing how easily you connect with him.” He paused and bit his lip, searching for the right words. “It makes me feel like I'm not enough for you. I’m jealous of him.”

The confession hung in the air between you, and Suho immediately looked like he wanted to take it back. His hand started to pull away from your wrist, but you caught it, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Suho,” you said gently, your heart breaking a little at the pain in his voice. “Look at me.”

His eyes met yours again. “You think you're not enough for me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged, “He's everything I'm not. Smart, clean record, probably going to some fancy college. His biggest worry is probably which volunteer opportunity looks best on his resume, while I'm over here with fighting and doing part-time job barley getting by and trying to help my grandma with rent.”

“Stop.” Your voice was firm. “Don't talk about yourself like that.”

You shifted closer to him on the couch, bringing your free hand up to cup his cheek and he leaned into your palm.

“Suho, you want to know what I see when I look at you?” you spoke as your thumb brushed along his cheekbone. “I see someone who only fights to protect people he cares about. I see someone who drives me home after late study sessions even when he's exhausted from work. I see someone who always makes sure I get home safely.”

“I see the person I fell in love with,” you whispered, then his eyes locked with yours

“I was feeling annoyed,” he admitted pouting, “Annoyed that he was getting your time and attention. You’re my baby only.”

And that’s your Suho. Playful and silly. You couldn't help but smile at his confession, the way he got possessive but still managed to be endearing about it. “Your baby only?” you teased gently, watching as a slight blush crept up his neck.

“Don't tease me,” he mumbled, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I was being serious about the jealousy thing.”

“I know you were,” you said, your thumb still tracing gentle patterns on his cheek. “ I'm being serious too when I say you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Mingyu is just a friend, Suho. He could never be what you are to me.”

Suho's eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. When he found none, his shoulders seemed to relax for the first time in weeks. “I feel stupid.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek “Can I tell you a secret?”

He nodded.

“I get jealous too. Do you know how many times I wanted to fight the girls and boys around us because of how they look at you? How they talk sweet to you.”

Suho pursed his lips and replied, “You shouldn’t get jealous, they’re not you.”

“Exactly my point,” You replied smiling.

The two of you stared at each other before Suho spoke again, “I’m sorry for how I treated you this week. It wasn’t fair to you. And I love you,” he said, the words carrying all the emotion he'd been holding back for days.

“I love you too,” you whispered back before his lips were on yours.

The kiss started soft, almost hesitant, as if he was asking for permission to be close to you again. But when you melted against him, your hands fisting his shirt to pull him closer.

“I'm never letting my insecurities make you worried again,” Suho murmured against your lips. “You're too important to me.”

“Good,” you breathed, trailing kisses along his jaw. “Because I was starting to go crazy without my boyfriend giving me proper attention.”

Suho pulled back slightly, a familiar spark coming to his eyes. “Proper attention? Are you saying I've been neglecting you?”

The playful tone in his voice made your stomach flutter with anticipation. “Very much so,” you said confidently.

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping to that low register that made your pulse quicken, “I guess I have to make it up to you.”

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. The atmosphere in the room shifted into something more heated.

“Suho,” you whispered, your voice already breathless as his lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Hm?” he hummed against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I need you,” you admitted, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Come here,” he murmured, guiding you to straddle his lap properly. The new position brought you directly against him. You both gasped at the contact.

His hands slipped under your sweater, his palms warm against your skin as he slowly pushed the fabric up and over your head. You weren't wearing anything underneath. Suho's breath caught as he took in the sight of you.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands skimming up your sides to cup your breasts gently. “So perfect.”

You arched into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “Suho…”

He leaned down to press kisses along your collarbone, his lips warm and soft against your skin. “Let me show you,” he whispered between kisses, “let me show you how sorry I am.”

His mouth traveled lower, pressing gentle kisses to the swell of your breasts before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasped at the feeling, your hands tangling in his hair as he showered his attention on your nipples.

“You taste so sweet up here,” he murmured against you, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he moved to give the same attention to the other side. “I could spend hours doing this.”

The thought sent heat coursing through your body, and you tugged gently at his hair to bring his face back up to yours. “I want to feel you,” you whispered against his lips. “In me.”

Suho's eyes darkened at your words, but he didn’t want to go that far just yet. “Can I taste you first?”

“Yes. Please do something.”

He smiled, that soft, loving smile that was reserved just for you, before his lips were on your body again. Gently, he rolled you onto your back, positioning himself above you. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice heavy with desire as his fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes,” you breathed, lifting your hips to help him slide the shorts down your legs.

He took his time with you, pressing kisses to your exposed skin and his hands caressed your thighs. His hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing teasingly close to where you needed him most.

“Suho, please,” You begged.

He groaned at your neediness. One of his hands slipped between your legs, his fingers ghosting over your folds, now slick with your arousal. He stroked you slowly at first, teasing, watching your reactions like they’re the only thing in the world that matters.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “All this for me, even after I was such a dick?”

Your hips buck against his hand in response, and Suho leaned up to kiss your throat, dragging his lips across your skin as his fingers finally pressed more firmly against your clit. When he finally settled between your legs all the way, his eyes found yours.

"I love you," he said simply, before his mouth was on your cunt to show you exactly how much he loved you.

His tongue slid through your folds slowly, like he was trying to savour the way you taste. Suho didn’t stop until he licked up every bit of your arousal and dragged his tongue all the way up your cunt, making your whole body jerk. The moan you let out was loud and desperate.

Suho glanced up at you through his lashes, his lips shiny. He offers you a soft, almost smug little smile.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he murmured, his voice thick and heavy. “My poor baby, I’m so dumb. I’ve been neglecting you this week huh?”

His words spark a new wave of heat through you. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes. Please. I need your mouth,” you whisper, tears starting to well in your eyes.

Suho groaned and the sound vibrated against you as he licked a long, slow stripe over your clit before wrapping his lips around it again.

Your head fell back against the pillows of the couch as your fingers tangled tighter in his hair. The knot in your stomach became relentless with every lick of his tongue.

“Suho. I'm gonna cum if you don’t stop.” your voice broke into a whimper.

He didn’t stop, instead he doubled down and lapped at your cunt faster. His tongue wrapped against your clit while two of his fingers slipped inside you with little resistance. The stretch made you cry out, and he moaned against you, like your pleasure was the only thing he needed to survive.

“Let go for me,” he whispered, fingers thrusting slowly, curling just right as his lips wrapped around your clit once more.

Your body shook as your orgasm hit and a sob of his name left your lips. Your thighs tightened around his head and you tried to push his head away, but you were too weak and Suho kept going, lapping as much cum up as he could.

“Suho, please! Too sensitive.” You pleaded.

Suho pulled off you with a pop, and gave your clit a soft kiss before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He kissed up your body until he was hovering over you, his eyes full with lust.

“You okay?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You nodded shakily against his lips, still catching your breath. “Y-Yeah.. I’m more than okay. I think I just had the best orgasm of my life.”

Suho chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours. “You’re so perfect.” he whispered.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him against you. You could feel how hard he was, his length was throbbing against your thigh, and when you shifted, he let out a moan.

“Please, Suho. I want you inside me.”

Suho licked his lips and pulled back to take off his remaining clothes. When he pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock sprang free, thick and hard.

You sucked in a breath at the sight of him, and his mouth twitched into a smirk as he leaned back over you, catching your lips in a slow, heated kiss.

He reached between your bodies and guided himself to your entrance. He pushed in slowly and carefully, giving you time to adjust to his size. The stretch burned in the best way, your walls clenched around him as he filled you inch by inch until he was fully inside you.

“Fuck,” Suho whispered, his voice trembling. “You’re so warm. So tight.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, making sure he had no room to pull out. “Move, please,” you breathed.

Suho drew back slightly, then rolled his hips forward again, slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him. His pace was unhurried but intense, each thrust drew moans from your lips as he rocked into you. His eyes never left your face, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your expression.

“Faster,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your nails dug into his shoulders.

Suho nodded then continued, his movements getting faster with every thrust. Your living room echoed with the sound of gasps, whispered names, and the quiet slap of skin on skin.

Your legs tightened around his waist, holding him to you, grounding yourself in the feeling of him. “Suho,” you moaned, fingers sliding into his hair, holding on as he moved faster.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You were made for me. You’re mine. I love you so much.”

Your eyes welled with tears, not from pain or even pleasure, but from the overwhelming love you felt from him. You lifted your hand to hold his jaw, brushing your thumb gently beneath his eye. Suho slowed down with your action.

“You’re the only man I want.” You cried out.

He smiled, a real one, the kind that reached his eyes and softened his tense face. “I know that now,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Suho rocked into you again, slow and deep and your body arched into his. His free hand slid between your bodies and his thumb brushed gently over your clit in slow circles that made your whole body jolt. You moaned softly, your hips rolling to meet his.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, his breath warm against your cheek. “Do that again baby, roll into me.”

You let your hips move again, trying to match his rhythm but it was a little sloppy. Soon, you felt another wave building but this time it was softer and slower. “Suho… Suho,” you whispered, grabbing him tight. “I’m going to cum again…”

He rested his forehead against yours, “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

His fingers moved faster on your clit, while his cock inside you dragged slow and deep. It was overwhelming for you in the best way. Your body burned in pleasure as you finally came, your whole body shaking.

You cried out his name and your legs trembled around him. Your hands were gripping his arms as your vision blurred. Suho held you close, slowing his movements, kissing your tears away.

You were still coming down when Suho groaned, his pace faltering. “I’m so fucking close,” he choked, burying his face in your neck. “Wanna come inside you.”

Your hips tilted up sloppily without thinking. “Do it,” you whispered, breathless.

Suho cursed under his breath and snapped his hips harder, deeper, his rhythm growing even more frantic and desperate. “Fuck. You’ll look so fucking pretty stuffed with my cum,” he said, his voice shaking.

“Want you to fill me up. Wanna feel all of you.” You begged.

That broke him and with a choked moan, he came, his hips pressed flush against yours as his cock twitched inside you.

You gasp and you felt his release inside of you. Your legs tightened around him automatically for the 100th time today, like your body was trying to keep every drop in.

Suho was out of breath above you, panting against your neck and quietly saying your name over and over.

“Fuck, you’re everything to me,” he whispered as he slowly pulled out of you, drawing a soft moan of out the both of you.

When the room fell into a peaceful quiet, Suho stood up then gently helped you up from the coach, guiding you to the bathroom. “Let’s take a bath.”

Suho ran the water while you sat on the bathroom counter, watching him with sleepy, content eyes. When the tub was finally full, Suho carefully helped you into it alongside himself.

“Is the temperature okay?” he asked softly, settling behind you so you could lean back against his chest.

You hummed in approval, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, and you could feel the tension finally leaving both of your bodies.

“I really am sorry for how I’ve been acting. For this whole week I mean. For shutting you out instead of just talking to you,” Suho apologized.

“I’ll really accept your apology if you make sure to skip all your training sessions with Sieun next week and cuddle me instead,” you said.

“Deal.” Suho said smiling.

It got quiet again before you asked the questioned that was nipping at you a little bit, “How do you want me to deal with Mingyu?”

Suho was quiet for a moment, considering “I don’t want you to do anything,” he finally said, “He's your friend, and I trust you. I'm sorry I let my insecurities get in the way of that.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, wanting to make sure he was really okay.

“I'm sure,” he said, pressing another kiss to your head. “Besides, I realized something tonight.”

“What?”

“He might be smart and perfect and all that,” Suho said, his voice getting playful, "but he's not the one who gets to fuck you.”

You gasped and playfully hit his chest. “Suho!”

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Done! My 2nd fic of whc! Thank you guys so much for reading 🥹 Thanks for all the love on my sieun fic as well!

I’d love for more people to rec any writing and request! I also write for the groups who are listed on my masterlist!

[zorosgirlfriend]

Helloo!!! I'm the same person who asked for luffy with a clingy reader lol I LOVED IT SM YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WRITER💔

so can I request luffy x a very oblivious reader like even more oblivious then him? I hope that makes sense 😭 if you do write it thank you!! Have a very nice day💕

awwww tysmmm! here it is, sorry if it's late 😅 i hope you'll like this one too! and i hope you request some more too cuz i loveee your ideas.

Monkey D. Luffy ~ !! Dense meets Denser.

warnings: none. mentions of usopp, sanji, and ace

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Luffy wasn’t used to being the one who noticed things first.

Emotions, cues, people’s feelings.

Those always flew right over his head.

But this time…

He was sure.

He liked you.

A lot.

Like, a lot a lot.

You were funny, strong, and had the weirdest quirks he found adorable.

But there was one small issue.

You were oblivious.

Dangerously, astoundingly, even more oblivious than Luffy himself.

Which was saying something.

It started when he shared his meat with you.

“I saved you a piece!”

He said with a grin, holding it out proudly like it was a rare gem.

You took it without question.

“Thanks, Luffy! You always give me food when I’m hungry!”

He blinked.

“…I mean, yeah, but it’s my meat.”

You smiled and chewed happily, unaware of the bright flush on his face.

Then came the day he tried to hold your hand.

You two were walking ahead of the crew on a bright, sunny afternoon.

Luffy’s fingers brushed against yours a couple of times before he just reached out and held your hand.

You glanced down.

“Oh! Is this a new training thing? Hand grip strength?”

Luffy stared at you, mouth slightly open.

“Huh? No—”

“Well, I can try it! I’ll squeeze really hard!”

You beamed, gripping his hand with the force of a vice.

“OW OW OW—NOT TRAINING—”

You immediately let go.

“Oh no, I hurt you! Sorry!”

You patted his head to comfort him.

Luffy blushed harder, flustered and confused all over again.

But what really broke his brain was when he finally tried to confess.

“Hey, Y/N,”

He started, face unusually serious.

“Hm?”

You said, munching on a fruit Usopp gave you.

“I like you.”

You smiled.

“I like you too!”

Luffy blinked.

“No, like—I like you like you.”

Your eyes lit up.

“Like how you like meat?!”

“No!”

“…Like how you like Ace?”

Luffy groaned and leaned forward until your foreheads bumped.

“Like how Sanji likes ladies!!”

You blinked at him.

“So… you want to cook for me?”

Luffy let out a frustrated yell and flopped backward on the deck with a dramatic sigh.

“Mannnnn… You’re even more clueless than me…”

You tilted your head.

“Did I miss something important?”

He looked at you, cheeks red, but he grinned anyway.

“Yeah,”

He said.

“But that’s okay. I’ll just keep saying it until it sticks.”

“…Saying what?”

Luffy propped himself up on his elbows, his grin lazy and wide.

“I like you. I wanna kiss you someday.”

Your face went red this time, and you squeaked, completely unprepared for the directness.

Luffy blinked.

“Ohh, now you get it?”

You buried your face in your hands.

“Okay, okay—maybe I’m a little slow…”

He laughed and leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder.

“That’s fine. I’ll wait. I’m not in a hurry.”

Then he added,

“But if you wanna kiss me now, I won’t stop you.”

Your flustered sputtering made him laugh even harder.