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Twst quotes #03
Kalim: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.
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Deuce: Good morning.
Epel: Good morning.
Jack: Good morning.
Crewel: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Ace: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Grim: Thanks for not telling Yuu what happened.
Trey, Dumbfounded: I wouldn't even know where to begin trying to explain this.
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Jamil: I've never been in a snowball fight before. I don't know the rules.
Epel: What?
Jamil: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?
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Yuu: You three explain right now!
Ace: It was Grim.
Deuce: It was Grim.
Epel: It was Grim.
Grim:
Grim: … Fuck.
Twst quotes #02
Yuu: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?
Azul: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.
Azul: Would you like me to tutor you?
Idia: That was smooth.
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Yuu: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?
Vil: What’s up your ass this morning!
Malleus: *walks in* ...Hey.
Vil: Hmm… nevermind.
Yuu: WAIT NO!
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Yuu: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?
Jamil: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?
Yuu: Yes.
Jamil: I'd sleep.
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Yuu: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...
Eliza: I just wanna fucking marry Idia!!
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*playing twister*
Azul: Right hand red.
Kalim: *ends up on top of Jamil*
Jamil: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Yuu: We stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.
Overblot!Yuu. Just OB!Yuu brainrot
Let's say this is after chapter 7 and Malleus already overbloted so he doesn't have that much control over his magic as he did before.
Cause if he did OB!Yuu would be out almost immediately.
The way OB!yuu overblots is because they're constantly under so much stress (we all knew that tho).
They're constantly in a state where they're zoned out which is why they almost never talk and constantly helping others 'cause they want to distract themself.
That's why they don't cut off the people that have wronged them multiple times.
The reason they stay in NRC is because something's always going on and they don't have to think about their situation.
So when they're left alone for too long they start thinking.
OB!Yuu finally grasps the horrible reality of their situation when they're in Ramshackle all by themselves.
When OB!Yuu overblots they look like a mix between a circus performer and the ringleader of a circus.
Their weapon's a whip.
The blot monster behind them resembles The Horned King from "The Black Cauldron".
OB!Yuu has a vast army under them, which includes the troll-like Creeper, the hunters of Annuvin, the draconic Gwythaints, and, obviously, the Cauldron Born.
OB!Yuu would have increased strength and be able to teleport.
OB!Yuu is really cruel to all the boys (Just look at clips of The Horned King but imagine that but also with verbal abuse).
Especially Grim and Adeuce.
They practically put OB!Yuu through hell since their first day in NRC.
Since OB!Yuu doesn't have magic the blot would suck on their life force until they die.
If/when OB!Yuu is finally defeated everyone is tired and in shock.
They never knew OB!Yuu hated them so much! If at all.
Although the constant complains about the head mage and wanting to go home made sense. They had had been in Twisted Wonderland for almost a year now after all.
When OB!Yuu wakes up people try being nicer to them, especially Grim, but OB!Yuu ignores them and is openly distasteful to all of them (maybe besides Jack and Trey).
OB!Yuu skips classes to look in the library for ways home since Crowley obviously isn't doing it.
They also sleep in the library and completely stop feeding Grim since they know the boys will take care of him (plus I'm pretty sure the Mc almost never eats since they're always buying tuna for Grim).
When they can't find anything in NRC they reach out to RSA who are happy to help.
Making OB!Yuu permanently leave NRC.
RSA very quicly finds OB!Yuu a home 'cause there are simaler spells. And after finding OB!Yuu a way home they thank RSA, probably crying, and leave.
When the boys at NRC decide to finally get OB!Yuu they discover theyre gone and sadness ensues.
Twist quotes #01
FIRST YEARS' REACTIONS TO BEING TOLD "I LOVE YOU"
Ace: Thanks fam!
Yuu: Oh no…
Jack: *cries* I love you too.
Epel: Sounds fake, but ok.
Deuce: *a flustered mess*
Sebek: Can I get a refund?
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Deuce: Wait. Where's Epel? He loves *insert twst's version of dungeons and dragons*
Ace: I thought you invited him.
Jack: I thought Sebek invited him.
Sebek: "I thought Sebek invited him"
Sebek: The only person I'll ever invite is Malleus-sama.
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Ace: So, Duece is late today. Wanna bet why?
Ace: I say he somehow slipped through a grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man.
Yuu: I bet 50 madol his alarm didn't go off or he was in line at the cafeteria.
Jack: Take this more seriously! He was clearly taken in his sleep!
Sebek: I bet he tucked himself in bed too tightly and got stuck.
Epel: Maybe he fell into another dimension where he's more interesting..?
*Deuce finally arrives*
Deuce: Sorry I'm late, there was a problem in the cafeteria.
Yuu clapping excitedly: YES! Now hand 'em over bitches!
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Epel: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Sebek: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Jack: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned.
Ace: I have a piece of graphite in my leg 'cause I accidentally stabbed myself with a pencil in first grade.
Deuce: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and pulled it in my hand so I got a bad burn.
Yuu: I have emotional scars.
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Jack to the first years: I'd die for you guys.
Sebek: Then perish.
Ace: You will.
Deuce: please don't.
Epel: Cool.
Yuu: I'd die for you first.
Angie, Mikan, and Yasuhiro with a G.N S/O who's bad at taking care of themselves
Word Count: 727
Author’s notes: I had fun writing these, please let me know if you’d prefer a story instead of headcanons or if you’d like me to change/rewrite anything. :)
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Angie:
When she’s busy doing art, she doesn’t really notice whether or not you’ve been taking care of yourself.
But when she decides to take breaks or if she notices you haven't eaten or drank anything in a while, she’ll nudge you and tell you Atua said you were forgetting to do something, so you could remember to eat or drink.
If you don’t take the hint she’ll let you know what “Atua thinks” you’re missing.
“S/o, Atua wants you to remember to drink something. He doesn’t want you to get sick, you know!”
She would go over and get a drink for you and insist you drink it.
“You don’t want to be cursed riiight?”
You know she just cares about you but she’ll be pretty forward and stern about taking care of yourself, sometimes even saying that you are outright disobeying Atua by not taking care of yourself.
Usually she won’t let you get out of doing so unless you absolutely resist, but even then, she’ll come back later and remind you again to take care of yourself.
You don’t often resist though, so that’s not really a problem.
In terms of showering, she will run a bath or shower and tell you Atua told her you need to bathe to appease him.
She may even try to “help” you undress if you question it, but will back off if you tell her you’ll do it and don’t need help.
Afterwards, she’ll praise you and tell you that Atua is pleased and that you're free to do whatever you want, now that you’ve “cleansed yourself”.
Mikan:
Mikan, being a nurse, definitely notices when you haven't been eating, drinking, or sleeping well.
She tries to remind you to eat and drink, though she apologizes after, since she thinks you’ll be mad at her for pointing it out.
“Hey s/o? Your blood circulation looks off today. Have you eaten a good breakfast yet? Or maybe you haven’t had enough liquids today?..”
Of course, she probably knows which is more likely to be the case, but she also wants you to be able to acknowledge that you probably should go eat or drink something
Usually, she gets a little nervous to point things out to you, but when it comes to your health, she wants the best for you.
Oftentimes if you don’t immediately respond or go to get food or take a nap, she’ll say something like “Oh! I’m sorry, I don’t want you to feel faint or get a headache, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...”
You’re never mad though, and you make sure to thank her for reminding you.
You don’t often have to remind her to take care of herself, but sometimes you invite her to nap with you or get some food together so you’re both well taken care of.
When it comes to showering, she doesn’t outright say anything because she doesn’t want you to think she’s saying you stink, but she does offer the shower to you before she plans on getting in, so you can get the hint and not end up getting infections from not cleaning yourself.
Yasuhiro:
Let's be honest here, he doesn’t often take great care of himself either.
But he does still care about you so he’d probably start leaving sticky-notes around that just have small reminders to eat/drink/shower, etc for you both.
Whenever he gets super hungry or thirsty, he just makes an extra sandwich or pours an extra drink and brings it to you so you can both be taken care of, and you do the same.
Because of this, you guys are usually in sync when you’re hungry so when your stomach growls, even if you’re in a different room, you know his most likely did too.
I feel like he’d buy new soaps every time he goes to the store because he thinks you guys are low, but in reality you’ve got like 5 nearly-full bottles in the shower at home.
Usually that reminds you both to take more showers, but it doesn’t last long before you fall back into not showering for a bit.
‘Hey s/o, I bought another body wash, since we’re low.”
“Yasu.. We’re not low in any bottles in there”
“..Oh. Speaking of which, we should probably start using those, huh?”
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First Time
Fic type-> NSFW + request
Tags-> Sub/ bottom Jayce, Jayce’s first time bottoming, no protection/ cumming inside, so amab reader.
Word count-> 1560, just about a short story
AN-> I can’t find a way to reply to the initial req so I hope you find this anon, also it was a nightmare trying to publish this but I’m glad I got it done in a timely manner.
Masterlist | AO3
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“This ok?”
“Yes just, feels… different.”
You’re careful to ease your finger inside of him, for the first time that is. You’d both decided to ‘switch it up’ given Jayce is usually the one fucking you- not that it became boring or anything no way, (the rumours going around Piltover were in fact true) it’s just you’d been together long enough to start experimenting a little. And this seemed like a solid first step into unknown territory, at least for Jayce.
“That’s it.”
You mumble, leaning in to place gentle kisses against his jaw, trailing down to his neck and collarbones as you eventually reach your knuckle. You begin ever so slowly pulling it back out again when you feel his hand on your shoulder.
“Wait, wait just…”
“Yea?”
Stopping your movements you look up at him, quirking an eyebrow. He looks unsteady, sending a pang of worry through you.
“We don’t have to do this…?”
His mouth hangs open a second or two before answering.
“No I do want to, I do, and I don’t think you can be any gentler… but it’s all new and- and weird and…”
“Different?”
His lips form a small smile, you breathe a subtle sigh of relief at his reassurance.
“Yes, so let’s just, go slow.”
You take out your finger and grab the bottle of lube from beside you once more.
“Ok, do you want to adjust or anything? Then we’ll try again.”
He reaches behind him and takes one of the pillows he was laying his head on.
“Put this under me, I feel too sat-up.”
And that you do, you may feel a little further away from his face than before but that should change soon.
“Let’s try more lube this time, see if that helps.”
You squirt some on the same finger as before, getting some on the one next to it, and place one of his legs over the top of yours for a better angle.
Your eyes meet in a silent agreement before you look back down to the task at hand, placing one of your own on his waist.
The finger enters him once more, able to make it to the knuckle fairly quickly this time.
You steadily insert the second, making Jayce groan quietly at the stretch. You begin moving your fingers in, out and around without prodding too much just to get him used to the feeling. He takes a gasp of air when you brush over his prostate.
“Is-“
“Just keep going.”
It’s not like Jayce to interrupt. Glancing up you notice him staring at the ceiling, a faint flush on his cheeks. Deeming him a bit more than okay, you continue.
“Alright.”
You find the spot once more, curling your fingers and putting some pressure against it. Jayce only lets out a breathy moan and lets his eyes fall closed briefly.
“Yea that’s… that’s good.”
You smirk at his reaction.
“Hm, that’s an improvement.”
You continue like this for around a minute more, making double sure he’ll be ready for the real thing. You probably would’ve gone on for longer if he hadn’t started to get impatient.
“I’m ready, it’s fine now.”
“You sure?”
“Yes I’m sure, trust me.”
You take your fingers out and put some of the remaining lube on them on your ever-hardening dick. You grab the bottle and put some more on just to be safe.
“Just, c’mere, please.”
You shuffle closer to him on the bed, he puts his other leg on top your thigh without you having to ask him too. You bite your lip as you line yourself up, then slowly start pushing yourself in.
Jayce’s thighs flex as he tenses up.
“Just relax for me, nearly there…”
You think it good to start stroking him to distract from the foreign feeling. He sighs as you feel his body relax a little, you hook your other hand around one of his thighs near to his hips. Your bodies get pressed flush together as you enter him to the hilt.
“Ooookaaayyy…”
A breathy whisper from Jayce as he adjusts to the fullness inside of him. His hands land on you anywhere they can reach for support (and probably not knowing what to do with them otherwise). Needing some stimulation yourself, you roll your hips into him and lean down to kiss him too to distract from the movement. You both groan into the other’s mouth at all the new sensations.
Kissing down his jaw again he lets his head fall back and you feel his gentle pants against your ear.
“You feel so good Jayce, so tight.”
“M-more… please…”
He sounds hesitant, but equally as desperate. A tone you can’t resist.
You let your own need slip through the reigns as you start pulling your hips back more and more with each thrust. Jayce’s hands reach up your chest, one going up to squeeze your shoulder. He can barely contain his own noises as you find a steady but still gentle rhythm to fuck him to, now abandoning his dick in favour of holding his hips instead.
“C’mon, shit, you can do more.”
“We said we’d take it slow-“
“Fuck that…”, he looks up at you with those eyes you know all too well. His eyebrows furrowed but his eyes still wide- pupils blown,
“… so fuck me.”
You sigh and hoist one of his legs up so his calf rests on your shoulder. Your thrusts pick up again- only faster this time. He throws his head back as you make his body shift with them. An audible slapping sound echoes from your hips against his ass.
“Fuck!”
A light sheen begins to form on both of you, his dick now leaking against his navel- hard and twitching.
“God Jayce… doing so good f’me.”
You take hold of his cock in one hand and begin stroking in time with your thrusts, the other is placed next to his head to prop yourself up some more. This pushes him deeper into some sort of half-folded-missionary position. He moans as he looks down at the sight of himself getting fucked like this.
He throws his head back again to look up at you.
“Harder, please harder, I can take it, make me take it.”
You wouldn’t be surprised his he was rambling at this point and he already looks thoroughly fucked-out, so there’s not a chance you’re slowing down now.
“Fuckin’ hell, didn’t know you’d be so desperate for it.”
You let your head hang as you let go of his cock and opt for pulling his hips towards you more, dragging him down the pillows.
“Didn’t know it’d, it’d be so good- right there, please.”
Try to keep drilling into the same spot, fatigue starting to get the better of you with the pace Jayce has set.
“Always a… piece of work with you huh?”
Heavy breaths intertwine between you as you let your head fall just above Jayce’s shoulder, almost rutting into him like an animal. His moans and whines fuelling you now that you feel your legs start to shake-
“Harder.”
“No-“
“Why-“
“Need to cum, gotta pull out.”
“Inside...”
You groan into his shoulder as you feel his arms grip your back, nails digging into your flesh.
“Jayce… fuuuuck.”
The leg not pressed into his chest wraps around your waist, urging you not to move another inch. You come to a still as he presses you against him as best he can with his leg between the two of you, you can’t help but cum inside of him. He reaches down to touch himself as he arches his back into you, high-pitched whimpers being let out into your neck.
“Jayce-“
You feel his cum paint your stomachs as his walls spasm around your spent cock.
Both in a post-orgasm haze, you release your tight grip on the other. Just settling for a few seconds of being near each other before you start to get too warm against Jayce’s burning skin.
“We have to do that more often.”
“Come on, clean-up’s gonna be harder now that I came inside you.”
“It was better than I had thought it was going to be.”
You scoff and smile at his comment.
“I’m not one to over-hype things Jayce.”
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A while later you two dry off after a shared shower, clean sheets on the bed. (courtesy of you, and only you).
“So, outta ten?”
Jayce tries to turn to look at you- already comfortable in bed- as he pulls on his sweat pants, stumbling a bit in his hunched flamingo-like position.
“Er, is that how we’re ranking sex now?”
“I don’t know, I just wanna know how it was. Thoughts, feelings, whatever.”
He doesn’t bother trying the strings at the front as he lays himself down across your legs.
“I told you already.”
“No I mean like, what happened to taking it slow you know?”
You smile knowingly at him, reading him like a book as he fidgets a bit.
“It was… really really good.”
“Aw, just good?”
He raises an eyebrow at you, before you wave a dismissive hand in his general direction.
“I get it, I get it.”
You both lay quietly for a few moments, both just taking in each other’s presence.
“Didn’t know you’d be a cumslut though-“
“O-kay, that’s enough talking for today.”
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AHHHHH I LOVE GOOD WRITING YOU GUYS
dialogue is 10/10🤧
trans!vik getting all annoyed bc (reader) yapped and mocked how a strap can’t even please someone because it’s just plastic… so he’s gonna prove them wrong… pretty please
ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT? - VIKTOR X READER
synopsis: you've been told ever since you were young, that one day your big mouth is going to get you in trouble. After another failed date, your roommate offers to have a few drinks; and for you to bitch to him about these horrid dates. You say one thing that makes him want to prove you wrong, and prove you wrong he does.
warnings: trans!viktor (post-op for his chest), gender-neutral terms for R until smut scene where R is described as AFAB, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, teasing, dirty talk, degradation/praise, hand/finger kink, voice kink, Grammarly as my beta
genre: m/f or m/m (if you're good with AFAB smut scene)
p.s. Unless asked, I typically assume smut will be AFAB. I can write m/m smut (ie. Steddie on my ao3 account) but I've only had one person specifically ask for a male!reader getting his freak nasty on. So I hope y'all are ok with that
You’re gonna swear off men, honestly! They're useless! The dates are subpar, their manners are atrocious, and the sex is awful!
You say harder, they go faster. You say faster, they go harder. You tell them don't stop, they change the whole momentum. You have to constantly shove their hand back to your clit, but they love rubbing your left lip raw.
The door slams shut as you enter the apartment, you're huffing and stomping the whole way to your room. Until a lovely accented voice stops you in your tracks, “Bad date?”
“The worst!” you explode, damn near ripping your hair out, “I’m swearing off men, I'm done!”
Viktor’s lips thin as he holds in his laugh, “That bad? Wanna bitch to me as we have a few shots?”
You look at him, your eyes wide in admiration, “Please? I love you, oh my god!”
“Go get comfortable, feel like we're going to be talking for a while.”
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You've changed into your pajamas, an oversized shirt and pj shorts. You see Viktor already sitting on the couch with a bottle of sourpuss blue liquor. You giggle at his choice, it's one of your favourites. It tastes like blue raspberry jolly ranchers and it's like 15% alcohol. Strong enough to get you buzzed and not wake up with a hangover.
You bound over to the couch and hop into your spot, a shot is already poured for you and you take it gratefully and shoot it back.
"Men are awful. They don't listen to instructions, don't know what foreplay is, and completely focus on themselves. I should just stick with my vibrator."
Viktor chokes as he laughs, "It's sad that you're right." Viktor takes his shot, "You deserve better."
You smile at the handsome man. God, why can't you build up the guts to flirt with him? He's so beautiful, both inside and out. You've had a crush on him ever since you met him but he became such a good friend; you didn't want to ruin it.
"Thanks Viktor."
He pours two more shots, he shoots his back and he hands you yours. You stare at him, his long neck, his pretty side profile. God, he's ruining you and he's not even doing anything to you.
"Why don't you hook up with a woman? Or a trans man? They'll know what they're doing."
"Uh..." You stutter out, you take your shot, "Real dick doesn't feel that good, I can't imagine a plastic one feeling any good. Also, I want my partner to feel pleasure too!"
Viktor's golden eyes narrow at you, and you feel small under his stare, "We do."
"Do what?"
The pretty mans demeanor freezes, his eyes dart across your face as his lips purse, "You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"I'm trans."
You lick your lips and hum in consideration, "I would've never assumed. I always thought you were just a very handsome man."
Viktor deeply inhales as he looks at you, his eyes darken, "Handsome?"
You bite your lip and Viktor's eyes immediately zero in on it, "Mhmm."
"So..." Viktor starts as he casually leans back, his arm draped across the back of the couch, his fingers playing with your hair, "Shall I show you how good plastic can feel?"
There's only one thing you can say to that.
"Yes please."
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Viktor ushers you to his room, it's nice and tidy with a cluttered desk, there's some posters and pictures on his walls, you don't get a clear look because before you know it; Viktor is kissing you.
His lips are soft and you quietly moan at the feeling. God this is already feeling better than all the hookups you've had to endure.
You gasp in shock as Viktor pushes you onto his bed. He get's on top of you, straddling your waist and kisses you again. He pulls away and you feel like you can't breath, he's so hot you feel like your brain is malfunctioning.
He fiddles with the hem of your top and looks imploringly at you, you nod quickly and then you're half naked in front of your best friend. You're tempted to cover your chest but you don't when you catch the look on Viktor's face. It's hungry, he licks his lips as he observes every inch of exposed skin. He brings his hands up to your chest and fondles it, pinching your nipples, he drags his hands down so his nails scrap your sides, he rubs your hips.
You're getting kissed again, then he moves to your check, down your neck to your chest, down your abdomen; leaving a trail of hickeys his way. His fingers hook into the top of your shorts and he tilts his head to the side, "May I?" his voice is rich, deep, and rumbly.
You whine out a yes as you nod. Then you're fully naked in front of Viktor as he's still fully clothed in his own t-shirt and lounge pants.
A broken moan escapes your lips as he kisses and nips your thighs, sucking your clit into his mouth. Fuck fuck fuck. He's amazing. You squeal when he adds a finger into your entrance. His long, nimble finger searching until you cry out. He found your g-spot.
He adds another finger and abuses your pussy and he sucks harshly on your clit. God, you could've had this this entire time if you had the guts to flirt with Viktor. Maybe even just asking him would work.
That's how he got you here in the first place.
You cum with a shout and grip his hair tightly. He doesn't let up, doesn't change anything about his pace or strength. He only stops when you pitifully whine and push his head away.
He does as he's told, his face is red, his lips are shiny, and he climbs up and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips, it's kind of a turn on.
Viktor gets up and strips himself of his shirt and pants, now he's completely nude. He's lean, lithe, but still has a small bit of muscle on him. You have to squint to see his scars on his chest, they're small and incredibly well healed.
Your eyes trail down and you see a happy trail. Then there's a small bush of auburn curls surrounding his dick. His lips are flushed and puffy. You can see a shimmer of arousal.
A chuckle is heard, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
He walks to his nightstand and pulls out a strap, a nice sized cock, and a bottle of lube. He harnesses himself, inserts the cock, and get's back into bed with you, "You ready?"
"Please, I need it." You whine out as you open your legs farther. Viktor growls and opens the lube, coating his cock and your entrance, you gasp at the cold feeling.
He positions himself and slowly pushes in. His phenomenal head game and the lube has made the slide incredibly easy. You hear a slight squish and you feel like dying.
Viktor stills for a moment, "You okay? Can I continue?"
You just nod and grasp at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He slowly but surely starts to pound into you, and you're a moaning mess.
He chuckles, "Plastic doesn't feel good, huh? Look at you, you're taking it like a needy slut. You're so good for me. So pretty. I've wanted to do this for months."
"Fuck, Viktor. Please keep talking! You sound so good."
"Yeah? You like my voice? You're not very subtle. I see how you shift in your seat as I talk to you, when I yell. You bite your lip and flutter your eyes like a common whore. Don't get me started on how you look at me when I work with my hands."
You whine in embarrassment, your pussy clenching as more arousal leaves you, "You can't blame me! You're so nonchalantly hot it's frustrating! I've wanted you for so long, with my stupid embarrassing crush on you. But I didn't want to ruin anything." You state in between moans.
Viktor halts for a second before truly pounding you into the bed, "Fuck! We could've been doing this all this time but you had to go out and fuck other people. You need to make it up to me."
"I will, I promise! Fuck you're gonna make me cum."
All you can do is squeal as a massive orgasm takes over you, Viktor thrusts a few more times before he stops, a shiver wracking his body as he groans.
He slowly pulls out of you, unhooks his strap, and plops onto his back next to you, "Did you cum?" You breathily ask. Viktor laughs at that, "You sound like all those guys you complained about." "Shut up. Did you, it looked like you did but I couldn't feel it."
"I did. My harness has a vibrator option so I get to feel good too."
"Oh," You sigh, trying to catch your breath, "if you didn't cum I was going to tell you to sit on my face."
"I lied, I didn't cum."
You laugh and smack him in the arm, he laughs with you and cuddle up.
"Next time." He says contently as he wraps his arms around you, putting his chin on top of your head. You smile at that, "Next time."
A small silence is shared before you break it, "We're dating now, right?" Viktor snorts at your question, "I thought we we're on the same page, guess not. Yes darling, we're dating now."
"Good." You state as you kiss his collar bone, the two of you shimmy under the duvet and pass out. The thin white sheet perfect for keeping you comfortable.
You can't wait for next time.
BRO WHEN I FIRST WROTE THIS MY APP GLITCHED AND ALL THE WRITING I DID AFTER THE READ MORE SPLIT WAS DELETED!!! I SWITCHED TO MY LAPTOP AFTER THAT
I was so mad I was calm, I re-wrote everything so I hope y'all like it! ❤️
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In the Lab…
Fic type-> NSFW + Drabble
Tags-> Sub Jayce, bottom jayce, degrading kink, kinda exhibitionism? both parties get off on getting caught, gn reader but they have smth to fuck him with whatever that might be lol, choking
Word count-> 705, about two pages of a book
AN-> I’m alive it’s a miracle! Anyways there’s not enough sub or bottom jayce fics just saying 🤷♀️. And as always, requests open!
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It was Jayce’s idea. Not yours.
Honestly, blowing his back out in the lab wasn’t really what you had in mind when you said you wanted to try something new. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before- just this time it was in his lab, over his workbench, scarily close to the door. It didn’t help that Jayce didn’t know how to shut up during sex.
“Yes, yes- fuck!”
You apply more pressure against his wrists held behind his back, pressing him further into metal workbench- a silent warning.
“Jayce.” A hushed tone compared to his strained cries.
“‘m sorry, jus’ too good…”
You tug his trousers further down his ass since his loose belt buckle was clinking against the bench with every thrust.
You glance towards the door.
“Gah- god-“
You watch as his face distorts into one of pleasure as you’d just adjusted the angle of your movements.
“If you don’t know how to shut up-“
“Make me.”
His comment surprised you, he didn’t sound bratty when he said it. And no, he’s too good to disobey you. He sounded desperate for it. Like he needed you to keep him under control, even if he was perfectly capable of keeping quiet himself.
So you lean in, and let your breath caress his tanned shoulder blades.
“Oh, is that what this is all about then huh? Riling me up, teasing me?”
He hesitates before he answers,
“…no, please that’s… it’s not-“
You hook your hand over his mouth, only muffling his moans to your disappointment. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot down to his dick, smearing more pre against the underside of the workbench.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Getting me to slut you out in the lab in hopes of, what- getting caught?”
He could only moan into your hand as you pull him up so his head rests on your shoulder, his hair splaying out across it.
“You’re such a whore, who are you imagining walking through that door right now huh?”
You turn your head towards his ear letting your breath hit it, eyes flitting up briefly. You only grin.
“Is it Mel? Or perhaps Viktor?”
You let go of his mouth and instead opting for his neck to hold onto for leverage.
“Both-“
“Both? And what would they do if they saw you like this? Man Of Progress against his own workbench, taking dick like a bitch huh?”
Jayce can’t help but groan at the idea, someone so close to him walking in on such a scene.
“Come on, what would they do…”
You grip his hip harshly to re-adjust your position slightly, his mouth drops open and his now free hands flailing to try to bring you ever closer to him. You know you hit the spot with each thrust too when he stammers before he replies.
“I-I don’t know-“
“I think they’d like it, someone finally having the guts to fuck all that arrogance out of you.”
As you talk you sneak in kisses along his jawline and neck, even leaving one dark mark along the side of his neck.
He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, imagining Mel’s and Viktor’s sneering faces. Perhaps they’d be muttering between each other as they stare at him like he’s a common whore.
“Just- fuck- I’m gonna cum.”
“You gonna cum ‘round my cock and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Please, please let me cum- I’ll be-“
“Good? You gonna be good if I let you cum?”
“Mmhmmm…”
“Well… go on, be a good boy and cum for me.”
Like the flick of a switch he arches his back into you and cums across the underside of his workbench, your final few thrusts making it smear all along his dick afterwards.
You feel him go fairly pliant against you as his heavy breathing gets gradually slower, his eyelids slip closed.
You simply smile as you hold his jaw and tilt it away from you. He lets it loll to the side like you want as he pries his eyes open.
Of course Mel and Viktor are standing in the doorway, and of course they both look rather flustered.
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hii katsuki x shy reader headcannons maybee??
Omg, Yess!!! Thank you for the request, Qyuin! :3
I'm scared of flies... I'm scared of guys...
Katsuki Bakugo x Shy! Reader headcanons ; gn, fluff, comfort.
Ever since the entrance exam, Bakugo didn't pay much attention to you. It wasn't because he was actively ignoring you, you just didn't really talked or participated.
The first time he realized your existence was in the physical testing with Aizawa. It was just a brief moment, but he tried to learn your quirk to somehow beat you in battle.
To him, you were just another extra in the way, another person he had to beat in order to be the N° #1 hero, so he was surprised by your sudden calm and friendly behavior as days passed by.
Of course, he answered with his usual yelling and cursing, telling you to go away and leave him alone. But you never gave up in trying to know him.
Bakugo would secretly keep every detail you give him. At first he would do this with everyone, but as his closet grew full of things he got rid of almost everything... Still, he couldn't get rid of what you gave him.
He would look at you with annoyance when you miss his Monday doodles, silently handing you his notebook for you to draw something small.
At first it feels like a one sided thing... Until you notice how he gives you the bigger portions of the food he cooks for the class, the juiciest parts and the sweetest servings of those cakes Sato bakes.
He knows you're shy, it used to annoy him so much. You would always take so long with talking while handing him something, but now he finds himself looking forward to those clumsy speeches you give.
He's really understanding, but he also understands that you have potential and a lot of it. In class he would tell you to rise your hand when you know the answer, taking your wrist in his hand and raising it for you. It feels like a mini heart attack, but that satisfactory feeling that you answered correctly is so relieving.
He will always follow those with an "I told you so" and a grin before looking back.
Everyone noticed his change in behavior, how he grew sweeter with you. He even knew what you wanted without you even talking... Everyone knew except Bakugo himself and that made everyone so angry at him.
That man is so oblivious to his own feelings.
You can't really tell when your "nervous because of people" turned into "nervous because of Bakugo". Your heart beats faster, you want to be so close to him, you start drawing more hearts and writing sweeter words and oh it makes Bakugo so... Happy?
He thinks that you've somehow infected him with your shyness or something because why else would he blush and feel so warm when you're close? He sees you running away more often, now the letters and drawings just appear in his backpack and he feels his heart missing a beat everytime he sees it.
It takes a few hangouts with the bakusquad before Mina snaps and hits the back of his head, saying "You're more annoying than ever! Can't you see that you like them? Like, you blush and all! Everyone knows! Get a grip!" And he seems to contemplate his whole life while everyone laughs, is that what that was?
He tries talking to you once... Twice... The third time he starts getting angry and there's no fourth time because he decides to do it your way.
His writing is honestly so lovely, a drawing at the end with a heart saying everything he feels. From how he hated you for being like a scared mouse to how he wanted to protect you.
He didn't knew how to look at you the next few days, his eyes darting from you to any other space he could.
When he grows the courage to ask you out you feel like fainting, because why is Thee Bakugo Katsuki asking you out? But you're with him holding hands while walking in the blink of an eye.
He's so sweet and knows when to stop his borderline cruel jokes and comfort you, never judging when you feel so much anxiety for things that are common for others.
He doesn't care that you go speechless when he holds you while watching TV on the common room's couch, it is nice and even you know you'll get used to it... Right?
He cooks for you constantly, he thinks is only fair to give back all you've given him that way.
At first he takes his hand away from yours because of how insecure he is of his sweat, but you just slowly search for his fingers to intertwine yours and the world stops around him.
You slowly grow more comfortable, being more vocal with him about your thoughts and even rambling about nothings. He doesn't ever complain, getting to listen to your voice is such a privilege that he doesn't ever wanna risk losing.
He's so proud to see you growing, working with your shyness instead of against of it, your charm never lost and you're so kind, he could never get tired to see you interacting with the world.
Bakugo makes fun of you from time to time, Joe red you get when he's too close and how your voice lowers when he teases you, you're just too cute, can you blame him?
But he would never be cruel to you, he likes to comfort you. Both of you laying on his bed and hugging, something he would never admit but he loves.
He just loves being around you, you're polar opposites and he can calm down around you while you get more talkative with him.
You're shy, not quiet, at least not around him. And he has learned to be a lot calmer when he's with you, the way his heart beats like crazy balances out that need for constant stress.
A/N: I hope I did good TwT I've read a lot abt Bakugo but I still feel like he's ooc, he's actually really complex! Thanks for requesting, this was so much fun!! (^з^)
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poetry in motion ; dazai osamu
dazai osamu + gn! reader — a conversation by the sea. a morning of quiet contemplation.
author's note: was feeling mentally ill at 2am while listening to lana del rey unreleased and shat this out. can be read as both platonic and romantic! this is set between odasaku's death and dazai's departure from the mafia. i hope i portrayed pm dazai well enough. listen to some ocean sounds while reading for ambience. read on ao3 here. wc: 2930 words.
The foaming blue waves roll softly on the docks, the wooden boards of the pier damp and rotted over the years, silently standing against the ocean currents. The dock workers shuffle through the shipment yard in the early morning hours, sun risen but obscured by heavy clouds. The cold, salty breeze pricks the cheeks of the brunet, leaving a pink hue wherever they gently brush. He was here to watch the sunrise, took you with him, but the hours have already passed and he couldn't tell when the inky black of the night disappeared and was replaced by the greyish blues he sees now. It's always possible to miss things even when they are in your sight the whole time— everything slips past his fingers too easily.
You are still here beside him, wires tangled between the two of you, sharing earpieces; he's never been a fan of your tastes in music, but he's beginning to get used to it. The same way you've made your way into his life; unpredictable, unwelcome, yet needed. Puffs of fog hang around the two; winter's over, but it's still very much cold. Atleast, that's what he thought when he put his coat over your shoulders. It doesn't fit him, it doesn't fit you. Instead, it hangs off the edges of your shoulders like a heavy weight, meant for someone else to bear. Not him, not you.
The song repeats over and over, but he does not feel like clicking to the next one. The endless loop of songbirds, crashing waves, featherlight melodies; there is something comforting in familiarity. Even if it is merely temporary. The sky is empty and grey, so he naturally looks down below. The spot he chose for the two of you was perfect the night before, when everything shrouded in the cold blanket of the midnight hours, playing games and laughing about silly anecdotes to distract yourselves. Even as the both of you were covered in dried blood and sitting with trembling hands from the action of the evening before; it was absurd, but ignoring reality made everything a little bit easier, if only for the little pockets of time you both had. Anything that kept you both sane, wasn't it what you both wanted?
But now the night is gone and he can look at the drop down below, legs dangling off the edge; there's a vague feeling of disappointment somewhere under his skin. It's another day under the sun where nothing ever happens. The thrill of being on the edge of death will creep again at night, but daylight hours were largely sleepy affairs; everything that was worth happening only did once the sun went down. Atleast he has the solace of being around someone he actually likes the presence of. Your eyes flit over the scene down below. The shuffle of life looks distant from this height and when you strain your ears the garbled, vague voices of dockhands reaches your ears, but it's all so far away. There's always a quiet temptation that pulls on the mind; to leave this little bubble of fragile, short lived peace and join the waking world again, to cross this height and meet life where you can feel its signs. For there's no life in the dull chocolate brown gaze that you can feel affixed to the side of your face. Still, you like his company. He's easy to be around, even if he goes out of his way to be troublesome for certain people, like a specific ginger boy you're both familiar with. There is something deliberately performative about it, however; his dramatics are for his amusement, but there is a layer of irony so subtle in his excesses that sometimes, it feels like a mockery of something. Of what, you cannot tell. Your gaze doesn't meet his, mind consumed by the tides below, edged white with seafoam and painted a muted blue by the sky. It's not because you feel uncomfortable holding his gaze, like certain other people do—in truth you've always found something unique in it, because it's only natural that when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back. Right now, however, you felt like any eye contact could ruin this moment, and once that happens, you both will begin the same loop that has defined this life for the two of you.
You're tired by this point. He can tell how you yawn every few seconds, and he knows he's kept you here for too long, but he's not one to ever feel satisfied when it comes to things like this. "Tired?" He asks flicking open his box of cigarettes and handing you one. That might just make you more sleepy, but you didn't seem to care when you took out cigarette from the box and flipped open your lighter. The blue flame lit the stick in his mouth first, then yours, and was shut with a flick of your thumb. "Kinda. You know, maybe we shouldn't have stayed up playing games all night. I think I'm gonna pass out and I can't even sleep in today, man."
"Your fault for asking for rematches for six straight hours. Your win-lose ratio is hilarious."
"I am not a quitter."
"That's right, you're a loser instead. So much better!"
"Shut it, mummy boy." You scoff, tapping him lightly on his arm with the cigarette in retaliation. It doesn't connect, but he doesn't spare a second before gasping. Though, it wouldn't exactly be the first time either of you have tried putting out cigarettes on each other. As a joke, of course. Punchline unknown.
"That hurt!!"
"I didn't even touch you."
"It's the principle of it!" He complained, resting his chin on the heel of his bandaged wrist.
"You're ridiculous, I swear. Next time, I'm gonna win."
"Wanna bet on that?"
"…No."
"Thought so." He huffed, exhaling smoke.
Petty things like this mattered little to you anyway. Even during the mundane minutes where nothing seemed to happen, you never bothered to cure your boredom anywhere else. Even when it would be so easy to point out that you really had no one better to be with, he never taunted you with it. There had grown a silent understanding between the two of you that he'd rather keep it that way. It's not that you had very few friends from a lack of trying either, but friendships in the mafia were mostly superficial. After one point, you had begun to retreat into yourself, at the very least, emotionally. It was simply the nature of things. Even when you tried to reach out to someone else and connect, it felt wrong. There was something unfit and dishonest about it, like trying to find love in a brothel.
Still, for the better or worse, you both were close friends, whether you both said it out loud or not didn't matter because where he is, there's always you not too far away.
When the silence falls again, the acrid smoke curls around the both of you in silence, dissipating into the morning air as you both watch. Once the wind begins to pick up, Dazai adjusts the lapels of the coat draped on you a little. A mundane gesture, but you appreciated it. Still…button ups and bandages couldn't be enough. "Aren't you cold?" He responds with a noncommittal hum. "Kind of, but it feels good." The ocean draft was cold, but soft. A feathery touch.
However, you'd rather not risk him getting sick, even if he would love the excuse to skip out on work. You shift the coat so that it is draped upon the two of you, the black trenchcoat enveloping the two of you. It fit better this way, you think, the weight of it not as heavy when shared. Dazai, despite his earlier nonchalance, does take the lapel on his end and pull it tighter on his shoulder. His bandaged fingers no longer tremble as much, fiddling with the beaded bracelet on his wrist instead, and the crab charm hanging from it. It's silly, but it hasn't left his wrist in years. Or yours. Underneath bandages, shirt cuffs and heavy black coats, the weight of childhood presses down with a gentle reminder. Don't forget who you were.
After all, people don't simply become anew when they grow up; rather the years build upon them like successive shells. The way nacre builds around pearls. But it always seemed to you like your shell was never hard enough for this place; every day felt uncertain, like being thrown into the deep end of a pool for the first time. Then there were the times where you felt like you could almost forget all of that, the little pockets of normalcy within the chaos. Normalcy with him. It wasn't enough, but it was enough to remind you that sometimes, it was worth it to be alive. You were only afraid that one day, it will no longer be enough. That there would be a day when your soul will be steeped in the same loneliness as his, the same mafia black that painted his life in broad strokes.
Still, you had your solace in the fact that Dazai too, seemed to be changing, even if it was in a way that was subtle for most people. He didn't seem to throw himself into death's welcoming arms as often anymore, or with the same passion. Something had changed, but you couldn't tell what it was. You didn't know how to ask, but you already knew that he wasn't going to answer. There was no explanation for it. You just knew. Looking down at the ledge, legs hanging off it, you wonder if his attempts had any merit. That perhaps you were simply desperate for any reason to hold on when you should've just given up and let go.
The port town is a little more lively in the morning now and the sounds that characterize this life still ring in your ears, though it is distant. Painfully so. When you look down at the drop below, gaze over the wooden dock and the turbulent waves, there is a strange thought in your mind. A sort of distressing temptation, some sort of a call that makes you want to close the distance that separated you from the rest of humanity. It appears out of nowhere, but stays in the back of your mind. A siren call to the ground that you don't dare answer. You pull your legs up and rest them on the concrete, slightly away from the ledge. His eyes follow the movement, but he says nothing of it. There was no explanation for it. He just knew. He does the same, placing his legs on the ledge instead of letting them dangle, an arm around your shoulders. "Dazai, can I ask a question?" Your tone was softer, less aggressive than it was during your banter. "Yeah, what is it?"
You extinguish the lit cigarette on the concrete. "You ever get that weird feeling? A temptation to fall? Not wanting to, but the thought feels…"
"…Compelling, yeah. Why do you ask?"
"I don't really know. I don't think I want to die. Sometimes I'm not sure of that either."
Dazai hums, a noncommittal sound. You've been changing lately too, this he knows, but not yet enough to truly consider such a solution. He knew you, how you seemed to still have some sort of a hope for living; a meaning that seemed to be lost on both of you but very much there. He had thought that the nature of death and unbridled vice that gripped the mafia would be enough to give him a reason to live, but some days, he feels a sort of unfounded jealousy towards you. That though you seemed to not know your reasons, you never realized the futility of your existence. Not in the same way he did. In that sense, your presence here felt out of place, discordant; sometimes he thinks if he shouldn't have dragged you down with him.
Eurydice, after all, is not supposed to follow Orpheus to hell.
But this story is all upside down and inside out, wrong in its very nature; meant to evoke a certain disgust in whoever witnessed it.
Even God would turn away.
"It's just a thought. You don't want to die." Dazai remarks, uncharacteristically sincere for once.
He wonders, how long will you hold onto that dying light in your eyes?
"Yeah. I mean, I don't think I do. It's just… living is so exhausting."
"And it's so easy to die, isn't it?"
You nod quietly, but don't agree with him entirely. It is easy to die, especially in the mafia, but you won't willingly seek it. The permanence of death still terrifies you, and you're not that courageous. You don't want to face the devil you know. You'd rather sit here on the ledge with the one you do.
"Maybe. But sometimes it feels worth it to be alive. And I don't want to miss that."
"Even if it's tiring and meaningless?"
"… For now, yes."
The look in his eyes has changed, softened to one of resignation, and it scares you. Even when you are looking straight at him, you can glean nothing from his eyes. You could vaguely guess what a person usually thought of by their expression. But he was different, he always was different; the times when you could tell what he felt merely off a glance were gone a long time back.
"I guess we can't see eye to eye on it, then."
He wonders if there would ever be a day where you start seeing what he sees; if there would be a day you'd come home with your hopes crushed and he'd be able to say something stupid like, I told you so.
He didn't know if he wanted that day to come.
Swallowing a lump in your throat, you observed his far off expression for a few more seconds, before looking away. The question that leaves your mouth feels jarring, without any proper forethought that can soften how rough it feels on the tongue. But it's not your fault there's only one thing you could think of at the moment.
"…Do you think people who can't understand each other can be friends?"
"Understanding or relating? They're different things."
That threw you in for another loop. The worst part was that you didn't even know. You know your friend's sorrows, you know the emptiness that runs through him more than anyone— yet you could never truly piece where it started and where it'd end, nor could you feel it in yourself. No matter how much you wished you could. "Either."
"I think… people should atleast be able to understand each other when they're friends, no? You can't really care about someone you know nothing about. Relating isn't that important, though."
"… Are we friends, then?"
The moment's silence is heavy between the two of you as Dazai thinks over your words. Were you his friend? Here, in the morning light, under the same coat, wearing matching crab bracelets? Maybe you are his friend, but he wonders if he knows what friends are even supposed to be like. You're not like Odasaku or even Chuuya, though with the latter he has a complicated relationship, yet could still call his friend sometimes. You two were close, but he was not blind to the very fundamental differences between the two of you. The chasm of hope that separated you. A space that'd only grow wider once he leaves, and he knows he has to. Still, for some reason he feels compelled to take your hand and hold it lightly in his. Are we friends, then?
"Yeah, I think we are." He answers, with a small smile on his face.
Ultimately, he didn't think any of it mattered. For the better or worse, after all, the both of you were together. Your faint, content smile at the confirmation makes him feel like it wasn't wrong to say it.
"Really? Well, that's good enough for me."
He had the urge to retort back with another quip, something that would derail the conversation and steer it back towards the usual banter; something familiar and easy between the two of you. However, this time, he doesn't follow through with it, instead stewing in the temporary discomfort that comes with sincerity. For once, he feels like being honest with you, even if it means not punctuating this heavy silence. Letting the sounds of the waves and the faint music in the shared earphones be the only voice in his ears. You seemed content with the same, still sitting by his side and sharing the coat, pinky fingers interlinked loosely.
Perhaps you did not need to understand his sorrow or feel it as your own, and he does not have to understand your exhaustion and hope for the future. Everyday is all anyone can ever have, and if these days were a little more bearable like this, there was no reason to deliberately cut this off. There is a passing thought; that perhaps in the coming days, when he finally decides to leave this teenage wasteland for good, he could take you with him. After all, where he was, you weren't too far away. If fallen angels exist, so do risen demons, and perhaps this time, Eurydice will make it back to the surface; for this story is all wrong, and that's alright.
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🌏─────ERASE ME FROM YOUR MEMORY | 0.6K — ONE-SHOT | half a year after you and hyunjin break up, you find that you’ve somehow healed. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)
🌏─────CINEMATIC SECRETS | 3.2K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | in the hushed shadows of an empty cinema, you and hyunjin find yourselves doing anything except watch the film. (MALE READER) REQUESTED
⭐️─────RAIN-SWEETENED HEARTS | 4.5K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | on a rainy evening, a deepening connection unfolds between you and hyunjin as you explore your newfound intimacy in the cozy sanctuary of your studio apartment. amidst clumsy yet heartfelt moments, your bond blossoms into a magical dance of tenderness and desire, celebrated under the gentle rhythm of the falling rain. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED
한지성 ── HAN JISUNG. ( han )
🌏─────‘TILL FOREVER FALLS APART | ~7.2K — SERIES | MDNI | in which two disabled idols find comfort in each other’s arms. (FEMALE READER) STATUS: ON-GOING TAGLIST: OPEN
이용복 ── LEE YONGBOK. ( felix )
🌏─────EVERYTHING IS YOU | 3.3K — ONE-SHOT | through every single hardship you’ve ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you’re stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father’s passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED
⭐️─────THE LAST STRAW | 3.5K — ONE-SHOT | after a final argument with your toxic, manipulative mother over your irresponsible younger brother, you decide to cut ties with your family, only to be overwhelmed by doubt and panic until your supportive boyfriend, felix, reassures you that choosing yourself was the right decision. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED
김승민 ── KIM SEUNGMIN. ( seungmin )
🌏─────YOU CAN BURST INTO FLAMES | 1.2K — ONE-SHOT | seungmin helps you get through a thunderstorm by showering you with tender love and singing to you. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)
⭐️─────STILL FRAMES | 7.5K — ONE-SHOT | after fainting during a photography class outing, you're tenderly cared for by a seemingly cold classmate, seungmin, leading to an unexpected and heartwarming connection between the two of you. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)
양정인 ── YANG JEONGIN. ( i.n )
🌏─────BLAME ME IF YOU WANT | 1.1K — ONE-SHOT | you deluded yourself into thinking you and jeongin were meant to last forever. but after some time where he felt distant, you come to find out why. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)
🌏─────EUPHORIA | 3.4K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | as you and jeongin engage in an intense and synchronized exploration of your desires, the pleasure between you reaches a crescendo. your intimate connection is solidified with tender expressions of love and a deep, satisfying closeness that comes with trying new things. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED
⭐️─────ECHOES OF US | 12.6K — LONG-FIC | after a painful breakup, you and jeongin struggle to maintain a civil front for your mutual friends, but when he accidentally calls you by your old pet name, unresolved emotions resurface, forcing you both to confront the lingering feelings between you. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED
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What can I say I’m a sucker for found fam dynamics
Tfa optimus, ratchet, bulkhead, prowl, sari, bumblebee with a techno organic reader that reminds them that they are apart of their family no matter what and that they will always be there for them, Basically found family dynamic please. All platonic.
I will use headcanon instead of writing words
Tfa Team Prime X GN!Techno-organic Reader
TW:SFW,none,abit of angst,fluff,platonic ,Family Dynamic
Optimus
-WHAT?! No he would never hate you! Your just perfect and very special to him
-He would be supportive and a great sire (father) figure
-He will be proud of your skills and being yourself whenever you will always open up for him.
-He lost Elita when she became a techno organic aka. Arachnia which he hugged you when your upset
-However he made Sentinel to shut up when he complained about humans
Ratchet
-He’s maybe a grumpy ex-war medic grandpa in the group but you can’t every say bad things in front of him!
-He will sigh and explain that your not a weapon but a grand creation to him.
-Yeah he been depressed and needs a therapy by you are his therapist and he is yours as well….
-He also tells you to heal or fixed the others instead of fighting so you became his assistant or nurse to help him fix the damaged team
Bulkhead
-Hearing you saying bad things about yourself makes him cry
-he would hug you tightly saying that you are like a sibling to him
-He said he likes your company and you didn’t ruined his mood when he painted his arts with you
-He painted you when he painted or draw your optics colours
Bumblebee
-He would beef up with if someone has insulted you but you explain to him as he feel bad about you being a half machine makes him sad
-He would comfort you telling that you are not a war machine or an emotionless bot or a Decepticon
-He would cheer you up when he plays video game with you which he let’s you win
-He likes your cool battle mask which makes him screaming in excitement when you transform which he shows off his battle mask or gun mask
Prowl
-Oh no….he would be concerned about you hating yourself as he tries to comfort you
-He may have some past he experienced when he was a young troublemaker who is absolutely struggling himself
-He would cheered you up by comfort,nature and meditation
-He likes your optics or eye colour which he stares at it for hours trying to figure what a meaning to your optics colour
-He would tell a comfort quotes he reads and saying it to you makes you feel happy with him
Sari
-She would be worried about you being upset. She didn’t want you to be upset! She wanted you to be happy!
-Since she is a child she would support the way you were born with flesh and machine.
-She somehow make a robot sounds which you join in as you two laugh in joy
-She is like a little sister to you she would be there for you and following you like a little duckling!
-She is amazed about you having cool abilities and weapons you have on your hands
-When she became a teenage techno organic and th the truth you don’t feel lonely anymore as she and you became best techno organic siblings. (Which she have blue or red eyes I headcanon that she have red eyes like her original self. Which you decide which favourite colour option you perfer for your eyes)
“You are the part of the family,family have to stick together!We will support you no matter what!”
I … I’m home 🥹😭💖
Tfa optimus, ratchet, bulkhead, prowl, sari, bumblebee with a techno organic reader that reminds them that they are apart of their family no matter what and that they will always be there for them, Basically found family dynamic please. All platonic.
I will use headcanon instead of writing words
Tfa Team Prime X GN!Techno-organic Reader
TW:SFW,none,abit of angst,fluff,platonic
Optimus
-WHAT?! No he would never hate you! Your just perfect
-He would be supportive and a great sire (father) figure
-He will be proud of your skills and being yourself whenever you will always open up for him.
Ratchet
-He’s maybe a grumpy ex-war medic grandpa in the group but you can’t every say bad things in front of him!
-He will sigh and explain that your not a weapon but a grand creation to him.
-Yeah he been depressed and needs a therapy by you are his therapist and he is yours as well….
Bulkhead
-Hearing you saying bad things about yourself makes him cry
-he would hug you tightly saying that you are like a sibling to him
-He said he likes your company and you didn’t ruined his mood when he painted his arts with you
Bumblebee
-He would beef up with if someone has insulted you but you explain to him as he feel bad about you being a half machine makes him sad
-He would comfort you telling that you are not a war machine or an emotionless bot
-He would cheer you up when he plays video game with you saying “you are my sibling right now that’s mean you are a family right now!We will support you!”
Prowl
-Oh no….he would be concerned about you hating yourself as he tries to comfort you
-He may have some past he experienced when he was a young troublemaker who is absolutely struggling himself
-He would tell nice calm comfort quotes he had said to you makes you feel safe and happy with him
Sari
-She would be worried about you being upset. She didn’t want you to be upset! She wanted you to be happy!
-Since she is a child she would support the way you were born with flesh and machine.
-She is like a little sister to you she would be there for you no matter what!
“You are the part of the family,family have to stick together!”
Complete☁️Comfort
hi! could i request for fluff and comfort with ace? there was this one reddit post i saw abt a guy who rambled abt being so grateful and happy that he's loved by his girlfriend, and the post described how he felt that way when they were having a bath together (nonsexual, i promise! feel free to look the reddit post up). i thought the prompt suited ace so much, esp since the guy in that reddit post mentioned that he cried out of happiness, so maybe smth like this with ace x fem!reader?
ofc, feel free to skip if it makes u uncomfy ^^
~ ♠️ anon
shower me in your love | Ace x Reader
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x GN! Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Genre: Fluff, Comfort
Warning(s): Nudity (non-sexual)
A/n: I loved this idea so much anon, I was so excited to write it for so long TT but post-exam creativity block really hit hard so this is a bit later than I had hoped to put out. Also, you asked for fem!reader but I think this fic never specified any body parts or pronouns at any point, so it ended up gender neutral haha... This is my first time attempting to write Ace, so please forgive any oocness ><
Please do not ask me the mechanics of a bathtub on a pirate ship and let's just pretend that can work out because the sea is on my side, 'kay? I hope you enjoy ♡ and thank you for the request!
also available on ao3!
The sun had dipped beneath the horizon but the sky was still clinging onto a fading orange. Above him, it was already starting to look like a dark midnight blue mixing into violet. Ace's shoulders slouched, the tension seeping out as he made his way to his sleeping quarters. The day had been hectic, and even the usually energised division commander was feeling a bit exhausted.
Ace couldn't wait to drop into his bed and fall asleep but the plan went out the window when he opened his door to find you sitting on his bed, your back to him.
"Hey," he called out, making you snap your neck around. Just the sight of your bright smile got a little more tension out of him. You bounced up to him, hands immediately coming up to cradle his face. You pulled him into a soft kiss and Ace exhaled slowly, pressing his body into your own soft one.
Out of the two of you, Ace was definitely the one with the higher body temperature but somehow, when you hugged, he couldn't help but feel that you were more… warmer. It was a different sort of warmth than physical– more emotional, he supposed. You felt a little bit like coming home, like coming to a fireplace after a day out in the snow.
"Hey," you said quietly, pulling back just enough to admire his face. He didn't have to say anything; he could see the understanding on your face with just one glance. "It's been an exhausting day, huh?"
"Mm," he didn't feel like talking about it, instead opting to drop his head on your shoulder. Ace pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, taking the familiar light scent of you. You giggled at the sensation, playfully pushing him without any real strength to it.
"That tickles!"
"You smell amazing," he whispered. You blushed, pushing at him with a bit more strength now.
"I'm sweaty, what do you mean?" You huffed out another short laugh. "And so are you, mister. C'mon, how about a nice hot bath, hm? I already set it up for the both of us while waiting."
Ace finally pulled away, looking at you with the softest expression. This time, he was the one to cradle your face in his hands. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he murmured a quiet admission of love. Gentle hands guided him toward the bathroom, shutting the doors behind him. Ace stood there as you removed his clothes and accessories with somewhat practised hands. When the both of you were undressed, you pulled him into the bathtub and sat down in between his legs.
This close, you could feel that Ace was running warmer than even the hot water around you. He quickly pressed a peck on the tip of your nose to surprise you, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap to start but you stopped him. You took the shampoo out of his hands and smiled warmly when he looked at you with curiosity.
"How about I wash you today?" There was a hint of shyness in your voice, along with a sparkling in your eyes. Ace just nodded dumbfoundedly, watching you carefully squeeze out some of the shampoo into your hands. "Alright, stay still, I'll go sit behind you."
You stood up, the water splashing a bit as you carefully manoeuvred around to sit on the edge of the tub that was attached to the wall. Ace let your free hand guide his frame in between your legs and waited for a few seconds.
The moment your shampoo lathered finger dipped into his hair, he felt boneless. You weren't even doing much, just carding your fingers and working out the tangles as you ensured that the shampoo properly washed the roots and the tips, but it felt so good.
Ace couldn't really remember the last time someone touched him with such gentleness, such care and love. (He couldn't even remember who would have touched him like that the last time. Was it his mother?) You hummed a song he had heard you singing in passing, as you pressed your fingers into his scalp for a slight massage.
Another shaky exhale left his mouth along with the last remaining tension in his shoulders. Ace closed his eyes. With a soft hum, he pressed his head back into your stomach, heart singing at the sound of your giggle echoing in the small bathroom.
"Hey!" You said indignantly, pushing at his foam covered head. "Don't put your shampoo on my stomach."
It made Ace smile and he obliged, leaning his head away. You didn't touch him for a few minutes and he cracked his eyes open to look around at you, to find that you were shampooing your own hair now. You slid down into the tub and he made some space between the wall and him so you could sit properly. Once you were done, you wiped off the foam on your hand and switched to the soap.
"Alright, c'mere, my big baby," you grunted, trying to pull him by his arm. He blinked then let you pull him into the position you wanted. And then you are sitting in his lap, soap being lathered onto his skin with diligent hands. He didn't say anything and just stared quietly at you from the close proximity.
Normally, having you in his lap would get him a little… excited, but today, the action was so non-sexual and domestic, it seemed to hurt. Every movement and word you had said felt mind-numbingly relaxing. Half a year ago, if someone had suggested he would be in this position with you, he would have laughed and called them to get their marbles checked.
Right now though, he couldn't believe his own luck as your fingers dragged over him with a gentleness he had yet to experience from elsewhere. He was strong. Everyone knew that. You knew that. But even knowing that, you always touched him so softly, so gently, that it made him feel like he was made out of fragile brittle glass.
He kinda liked it.
To be vulnerable in front of you only was something he could agree to. No one had ever been this patient and loving towards him, and the fact that he loved you too much to even put it into words crashed around inside him as he watched you soap yourself up.
You were beautiful, obviously. He had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous you were. But sometimes, he couldn't help but think that your real beauty lies in how you just fit in with everyone so well. You were understanding, you were kind and you were there whenever anyone needed you. You were there when Ace needed you. And even though you were there for him, silently understanding what he needed, you never expected anything back for it. It was purely an act of love.
He wasn't talking much like usual today, but you didn't say anything about it. You only continued in your actions, washing away the soap and the shampoo with the water. Ace continued to stare at you, wondering if you were really real.
You were so good to him. He remembered when Marco had mentioned after you announced your relationship that you were good for him. He hadn't really understood the depth of that sentence until now. Until this moment, sitting in his bathtub that was definitely not made for two people, as you washed him even though he was a grown adult who could do it himself.
And it wasn't really about the ability to do it, was it? It was more about the feelings and the thoughts behind the action– it was about the care you felt. Of course you knew he could do it– but you wanted to do it for him anyway because you loved him.
You loved him so much, he couldn't help but feel thoroughly loved and blessed. You, who could have fallen in love with anyone, had fallen in love with him. On his down days, he couldn't help but think that you deserved better than him. Right now though, he couldn't think of anything else but the fact that he was so grateful that you chose him out of everyone.
Whatever made you choose him– he would forever be grateful to it. You were the best thing to happen to him.
"Ace?" Your concerned voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked at you. You were done cleaning off both of you, but you were back in his lap. Familiar hands came up to wipe away what Ace realised were tears streaming down his face. He felt a little mortified that he cried over something so small but, like always, it was like you could read his mind. "It's not insignificant if it makes you feel something so strong. Just let it out, hm?"
He didn't really need your 'permission', but the moment you said that, his body seemed to take it as the cue to cry even more. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt you guide his face into the crook of your neck– you knew he felt embarrassed about crying in front of you. You just did it to let him save face; you let him hide his face in your embrace.
Ace sobbed into your neck, body shaking as he felt your fingers card through his hair and draw hearts into his back, over his tattoo. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the tears finally stopped.
"Let's dry up?" Your eyes were soft as you helped him stand up and out of the bathtub. "And then we can cuddle in bed all night. How does that sound?"
You didn't need to say it out loud to let him know how you felt. Ace watched you wrap a towel around him and then yourself, the unspoken words lingering in the air alongside the steam.
"Sounds amazing."
I love you too.
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Henry Winter
He was such an alluring man to me. He was a mysterious man who loved writing and reading books, particulary in latin and ancient greek. This detail really mesmerised me, I might even say that I fell in love with him thanks to this trait of his. And why so, you might ask yourself? Well, I'm a writer myself. I write and read in latin and I have a connection to that language. So, when I found out that he had studied latin too and adored it with the same profoundness that I did, I was demolished to the ground.
But, what really tormented me forever was that he was writing a diary in ancient greek with an intriguing motive to it : he loved that language. And, by using the verb "love" I don't allude to a superficial emotion that is easy to get rid of, but, I'm talking about the fondness that one feels for a certain thing that truly is at one's heart. He practically lived within the ancient greek world.
What was even more entertaining was that I didn't know anything about ancient greek. I mean as in the language itself.
Perhaps, that's what really amused me the most. Because, I finally had found a man who was smarter and better at something than me.
Do you, my dear reader, know what a relief it is to finally find that person you had been looking for everyday of your life?
I cried the first time that we met. I was so happy. My heart was beating so fast and I was in ecstasy, or better, euphoria. And, do you want to know how he reacted to that?
He wiped my overflowing eyes and smiled at me. It was as if he knew in what a bliss I was at that moment. No. He knew, for sure, that I had been vigorously waiting for him.
Now, where is he?
here’s some harsh words for writers:
if you can’t be bothered to tag your fics right, don’t bother posting them at all. it’s not fun to scroll through one specific tag and find a million fics that just don’t belong there. it’s already hard enough to find male!reader content anywhere—you don’t have to take the small space that we do have away from us too by tagging fem!reader fics with male!reader, which you do just to get more reads. and it might end up giving you a few more readers, but the feedback will ultimately be bad. we’ve complained about this so fucking much already and i’m sick and tired of people having to practically beg for a space on this platform. it’s so fucking annoying. i understand that sometimes you accidentally click on the wrong tag or don’t read it correctly and that can happen and that’s fine, but at least check the tags before / after you’ve posted????
also, if you tag your fic as gn!reader, then i don’t wanna see any fucking gender specific pronouns or any indication of whether the reader is a male or female. take that shit out and keep it away from that piece of writing, it doesn’t fucking belong there. you know how many times i’ve started reading something that was tagged as gn!reader and then later on realized that the author has been referring to the reader with “she/her”? stop it. if you wanna write fem!reader then do that. if you wanna write gn!reader, then check if you haven’t accidentally used she/her or he/him somewhere before you post it. it’s not that fucking hard.
You're Here!
One piece x GN!Reader. (Sabo, Nami, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji). Fluff. 1265 words total. You meet them after a long time and jump into their arms from a cliff.
“Ahhh…” You haven’t seen your lover in so long. You miss them, though that should be obvious. On the bright side, they are coming soon. So here you sit at the top of a cliff, waiting for them to show up when you spot something, someONE. It’s them!
Sabo
“They should be here somewhere..” Sabo mumbles to himself, carrying his pipe in his hand just in case you’ve been ambushed by some sort of enemy or animal.
“SABOOO!” There’s a yell and he looks up to see you on the cliff, his eyes brightening. You aren’t in trouble.
“(Y/n) you’re hhEERE!?” His voice cracks louder as you happily jump off the cliff. Now you are. His eyes go wide and he runs to you, his heart calming quickly to focus on catching you. He’s got experience in unexpected behaviors from both being a revolutionary and because of a certain rubber boy. He drops his pipe to the ground and catches you, stepping back from the impact, and to make sure you feel none of it. Once you’re safe and smiling at him he sighs in both relief and exasperation. “You could’ve at least given me a better warning.”
“Sorry, I was excited.” You can do this again, just tell him next time.
Nami
“Stupid forest.” The navigator mumbles to herself as she walks through the trees.
“Nami!!” Her name is called out and she looks up.
“Oh you’re up there. Ugh how am i going to get up there.” She grumbles, then cups her hands around her mouth. “(Y/n) is there a way down from there!?”
“Yeah!” You yell back.
“Okay come down from th-” You jump off the cliff and her jaw drops. ‘They did not just do that.’ She thinks to herself, quickly going to denial. ‘This isn’t happening.’ Nami goes pale as you fall because this is, in fact, happening. Not only did you jump, you jumped when you aren’t going to survive from that height; or at the very least you’ll get injured. She can’t just let you fall to teach you a lesson, and no one else is around her to catch you instead. Nami curses and pulls out her baton, creating as thick a cloud as she can to soften your fall. You finally land on the soft cloud, the bumped thick water sheet stretching and breaking your fall. Unfortunately, you still end up through it and onto her, sending you both to the ground. She pants, still processing, yet you sit up with a smile like nothing bad happened.
“Nami I-” She sits up and bonks you on the head hard. “ACK”
“Get off me.” Uh oh, she’s really mad. You shimmy off of her and she clenches her jaw. “You are UNBELIEVABLE. Do you think you’re made of rubber!? Just gonna bounce off!? I’m never coming to get you again. I swear Luffy has been a bad influence on you and the BOTH of you are sooo in trouble when we get back.” She scolds you for almost 10 minutes, then you and Luffy back on the ship for another 10; when the captain cracks up at what you did he adds another 5. Never try that again. Ever.
Luffy
“(Y/n)!! Hello!??” His voice sounds impatient as he bounces on his feet. He can’t help it, he’s been away from you for so long, longer than he’d ever allow usually if it wasn’t so important… “Hmmmmm..” There’s a frown on his face as he scans his surroundings.
“UP HERE!” You yell and he looks up at you, eyes shining as a big smile replaces his previous frown.
“(Y/N)!” On the same wavelength, you jump down right as he stretches his arms out to get to you. “WOAH!” He’s caught off guard for a second before he manages to grip onto your shoulders instead of the cliff, smashing your bodies together at high speeds. He falls onto his back,
Boing boing boing
but he’s rubber, so it only makes him bounce a few times before you both settle onto the forest floor. Luffy sits up and adjusts his hat. “Phew!” His eyes lock onto yours and he grins happily. “Gotcha!” His voice is cheerful as he laughs, everything is sunshine in his head so you can do that as much as you want. It’ll be fun! Though it’s really who does it first.
Zoro
Zoro walks through the forest, obviously lost. He pushes through some bushes and finds the cliff you were supposed to meet at instead, but he’s on the ground from it and not on it. “The hell, this map is useless.” He curses as he looks down at the perfectly drawn map with clear directions that a child could follow.
“HEYY!!” He hears your voice from above and looks up.
“The witch drew this map badly! Wait there I’ll get to you!” He yells at you confidently.
‘He is NOT making it up here.’ You think to yourself. “I’ll just come to you!” Yelling back, you step back to gain momentum. Then, before he can tell you he’s got it, you jump off the cliff towards him. His eyes go wide.
“YOU DUMBASS YOU AREN’T RUBBER!” He tosses the map to the floor and puts his arms out. “Shit!” He makes sure he’s in the right spot, then catches you. The impact makes him quickly step back, only not falling from the strength he’s honed so much. Once you’re both safe he drops you onto the ground.
“Ow!” You fall on your butt. “I didn’t even get to give you a kiss first.” You deflate and Zoro looks down at you, clearly not pleased.
“Too bad for pulling that stupid stunt. Walk yourself.” He’s about to turn and start walking when he feels sad eyes digging into the back of his head. “ugh..”
“You didn’t miss me?” At your words he turns back to look at you, still frowning but his anger cracking.
“Obviously but you-”
“You don’t wanna kiss me? Are we nothing now?”
“You..!” He clenches his teeth, looking into your eyes. It’s not long before he breaks, combing a hand through his hair in annoyance. He walks over and picks you up. “There.” You give him a kiss. Even if it pissed him off, it doesn’t take much for him to get over it. Plus, it lets him show off his strength a little by catching you easily.
Sanji
Sanji walks around, hurried and looking everywhere in the vicinity. His (Y/n) sensors are going off so he knows you’re somewhere here, he just doesn’t know where you are. “Sanji!” His head snaps to where he heard your voice, up on the cliff.
“My love!” He jumps up and starts to air walk to you, a smile on his face. That’s quickly wiped off once he’s about half way there when you jump down. “LOVE!?” He goes pale and manages to catch you in his arms but you throw him off balance from the unexpectedness of it, Sanji having to lower himself with each step back until both feet are on the ground. You pull your head back to look at him with a big smile.
“You caught me!”
“Of course I’d catch you!” He says with an relieved tone, giving you a peck on the lips as he puts you down. “But please don’t ever do that again, just wait for me to go up. You almost gave me a heart attack.” He’s still a little pale, putting a hand on his heart. Be nice to him.
:p. Did it. I always have specific scenarios in my head and decided to do some with some random characters. You have no idea how much i wanted to make a "LUFFFYYYYYY!" Zoro scream joke reference in Zoro's. But i held back.
You stare at the box.
You bite your lip, fidget your weight between your feet, and blink at the box. You had put the box on the table, but you’re not sure if that’s right – if that’s where it should go. If that’s where you want to do this. The bed would make much more sense; it’d save carrying all the unboxed contents then to the bed. But, as much sense as that makes, something about it just feels way too soon. Because what if – there was a chance you wouldn’t even like what was in the box. And then, dumping all that onto the bed, into your nest, with pre-heat simmering low in your belly – well. The whole reason you even had the box was to help with your heat. The very real possibility of starting off the week with a bad nest kept the box right on the table. Unopened. Still taped up. Discreet, but addressed to you. There was no mistake. The box was yours. Which, of course it was, you’d ordered the damn thing. Clicked on some ad on some website during a moment of weakness, of morbid curiosity. And then, as a joke (you’d told yourself, anyway), gone ahead and filled out the little questionnaire. Some were multiple choice, such as designated second sex, or what your preferred mate would be (which shouldn’t have been as hard as it was to fill out, but you’ve never really given it a whole lot of thought). Were someone ever actually interested in you, like seriously so, you wouldn’t let something like their second sex get in the way of a potential relationship. As it was, you’d selected Alpha, because that was just…natural. Easiest. And then there were the fill-in-the-blanks. Questions about what scents you enjoyed, and which you despised. In the end, it asked about your own scent, which felt a bit weird, considering such a thing shouldn’t matter. You were on a website for a company that supplied care packages to help alleviate the effects of going through a heat or rut alone.
It wasn’t a dating site. You’d triple-checked. Right before saying fuck it, and jumping off the deep-end with a single, damning right-click.
“Maybe the couch…?” You mutter to yourself, one arm curled almost protectively around your middle, propping up the elbow of your other arm, so that you can run a thumb along your bottom lip. In thought, in hesitation, in…anticipation. Whether you liked it or not, you were opening that box. There was no reason not to. Either it would achieve its intended purpose and provide some much deserved relief, considering the last few heats you’ve suffered through, or it’d all just end up in the trash. No big deal. You’ve survived all your other heats with minimal help, surrounded by nothing but your own scent, and maybe a t-shirt or two from those you could consider friends. So…maybe it was just that you kind of, really, wanted it to work. Would be a waste of money, otherwise. “Okay. Okay,” you drop your arms and nod to yourself, determined and courageous. The way your toes wiggle in your socks give away the nerves, though. “Couch it is.” Before you can sike yourself back out, you pick the box up and quickly shuffle on over to the sofa in the space you’d designated as your living room. Technically, it is also the dining room. And the office. And some extra storage space.
The bedroom, at least, is only a bedroom. One of the few little luxuries you manage to afford.
You settle on the middle cushion, criss-cross applesauce, with the box a decent weight in your lap. You give the perimeter a tentative, cursory sniff, but only come back a little surprised at how well sealed the contents are. The only scent coming through thus far is the dull, familiar one of cardboard and packaging tape. And the slight tingle of neutralizer. Slowly, carefully, you start to pick and peel away at the tape. You could have, should have, grabbed a knife, or a pair of scissors, at the very least, but – if you got up to get them now, you might chicken out. So, bitten and blunt fingernails it is, until your fingertips are tacky and the top of the box is free. You don’t mean to, but you hold your breath. Your fingers curl around the lip of the lid, and while they work their way up and under, you sink the point of a fang down into your lip. A vein in your mouth pulses with the quickened beat of your heart. It’s so stupid, to get so worked up over something like this, but then – The lid is off of the box, and dropped down onto the cushion beside you. You still don’t breathe, but you do peer down into the package’s innards. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect other than fabric, so the sight of a striped sock with a kitty paw on it is…surprising, to say the least. Adorable, amusing, and – ah. It’s kind of hard to laugh without breathing, without inhaling, and the scent that smacks you right between the eyes does so with the force of a freight train. It sends a hard shiver from your head all the way down to your toes, and collects saliva on the center of your tongue. Fuck, fuck, holy fuck it’s good. It’s so good. It’s something floral and dark, with a smoothness to it; invigorating, yet all the while relaxing. Enticing in its coziness. You don’t realize you’ve closed your eyes until you’re blinking them back open. The base of your spine itches, and your thighs clench, and - and that sock is bunched up right beneath your nose. That should be gross, and it is, it is, but it could also be worse, because the sock seems clean, just heavily scented. And, it’s not like it doesn’t make sense for a sock to be in there. After all, ankle glands are a thing, and they work just as well as all the other glands. Still, it takes an embarrassing amount of effort to drop the sock, and start to sift through the rest of the contents. There’s a couple of shirts; a dark gray tank top and a low-cut black tee with long sleeves. Then there’s a pair of what could either be sweat pants or pajama pants, covered in…spiders. Itsy, bitsy, black spiders, with yellow eyes, and again, you can’t help but chuckle. Digging a little deeper, you find the other sock, a light gray scarf, and last, but definitely not least, a throw blanket. It keeps with the whole monochrome theme (excluding the socks), a soft gingham slashed through with a bright, baby blue. All in all, not bad. Not bad at all.
The exact opposite of bad, actually. You’re only regret is having not been brave enough to just upturn the entire box onto your bed, because now you have to gather each and every item up in your arms, and make a happy, hasty retreat to your bedroom, which just seems way too far away with the way your body is now thrumming, blood silently screaming to nest, nest, nest! You manage though, because of course you do, and realistically, it’s not a far or hard walk at all.
Though, it is a little bit wet. Slimy and sticky and warm, and only getting warmer, down between your legs. You’re still in pre-heat, so nothing hurts – yet. You have plenty of time to build a nest and enjoy it, before you lose your mind to it all. To the desire, the hunger, the need, the ache; the loneliness, and now…the fantasy. “Thank you, kind, smelly stranger,” you whisper with a little laugh, just as your knees meet the mattress of your bed. There’s a fleeting flicker of guilt; it almost feels wrong to be doing this, using a stranger’s scent to get off for a whole week. But then, you realize, it’s really no different than watching porn. Whatever Alpha stuffed that box full of their belongings had done so willingly. Consentingly. Caringly. So, you let that feeling go as you set about pushing and shoving, folding and tucking, wrinkling and kneading everything into place, items both old and new. In the end, you make a haphazard circle, but the shape doesn’t matter nearly as much as the feel does. The smell.
And it’s only then you realize why that website might ask for your own scent.
You’d left it blank. But, as you slowly sink down into all your hard work with a purr, you can’t deny it. You smell good together. You and this Alpha. So much so that you find yourself nosing even deeper into it, into your own pillow and a stranger’s shirt, nuzzling nose, cheek, neck. Your toes are wiggling again, stretching and flexing, curling in utter delight. When your hands start to move, it’s with minds of their own; one to smooth up under your shirt and along your chest, thumbing around a nipple, while the other slips straight down between slick thighs. Your scent is a bit of an…acquired taste. You don’t smell bad or anything, but depending on who you asked, opinions ranged from ‘household cleaner’ to ‘fancy dessert’. Personally, you always thought you drifted somewhere in the middle, like a lemon drop or something. But here and now? Together, you smell like lemon and vanilla, lavender and coffee – like tiramisu and a latte. You want to bite down on it, lap it up, ‘it’ being the stranger’s neck, an Alpha’s scent gland, your Alpha – at least, the Alpha that had anonymously decided to take care of you for the week. Alas, your pillow will have to suffice. As will your fingers, until too soaked and too frustrated, you will have to trade for a shirt and a toy. There’s no neck, and there’s no knot, but still, still. While picturing a hundred different hot, beautiful ways this Alpha could look, could sound, could touch – call you ‘mine’… It’s, admittedly, the best heat you’ve ever had.
The teacher's lounge is blissfully quiet and seemingly empty when the door shuts and locks with a click behind you. There's no one sitting at the computers, the couches are unoccupied, and the coffee machine is still and cold. You'd come in search of a reprieve, and can't help but sigh and sag with relief upon finding it.
Sometimes the teacher's lounge is just as bad as anywhere else.
Just as bad as the classrooms, the cafeteria, the gymnasiums. Just as bad as the library, the courtyard, the hallways. Just as bad as the bathrooms.
You love your job, you really do.
But sometimes you wonder if you shouldn't have sough employment elsewhere. Maybe at a more normal highschool. Or, maybe even for a lower grade. Maybe one before quirks start manifesting in most children. Not that quirks are a problem.
It's just that, when combined with big dreams and budding hormones, it tends to be a bit...much.
You don't know how the rest of the staff does it.
Granted, almost every other staff member is also a Pro-Hero. Which isn't to say teaching is any easier for any of them, but they sure do seem to handle the stress of it a whole lot better than you can. Do. Ever will. And all you are is an assistant.
Then again, you are Aizawa's assistant.
And his class is...it's something else.
Which is why you've gone and run off to the teacher's lounge. You adore the kids, you really do! For the most part! As much as you can, anyways. Considering none of them are really yours and they're constantly making Aizawa's life, and subsequentially your life, something close to a living hell.
You've considered resigning. You know there's an ample amount of other schools that would probably happily scoop you up. And, maybe if it was earlier in the year, you would have. But, that was before...
Oh.
Well.
That was before you met the puffy, yellow, man-sized lump apparently hiding behind one of the couches. Aizawa.
Or, here, behind closed doors, Shouta.
Sometimes.
It's not a surprise to see him there.
Not in the lounge, or on the floor, with his favorite sleeping bag zipped all the way up to his heavy and slightly bruised eyes closed. He practically lives in the lounge; spends more time in here than the classroom or his own apartment. He's obviously squeezing a nap in, for as long and deep as he can. And you can tell he's asleep, really asleep, because his mouth is just slightly open.
After working with him for as long as you have, which really isn't long, but long enough -- you know that when he sleeps, he breathes in through his mouth and out through his nose. Like even when unconscious, he's subconsciously still trying to meditate. Trying to relax.
Trying to do the same thing you are.
It's precious.
And a little pathetic, but you know better than to ever admit that out loud.
You teeter on your feet for a second, while he continues to sleep and split his breathing. You think that maybe you should leave, that maybe you'll get lucky and find some other pocket of tranquility somewhere. You don't want to pop this one. But, he hasn't woken up yet, so you figure it's probably safe to stay. It's not like you're going to make a whole lot of noise, anyway -- sitting on the couch and filling out some forms. One part of your job is keeping track of each individual student's quirk record; obvious strengths, weaknesses, growths, injuries, incidents. It's exhausting work, but work better done by you, so that Shouta can actually work with those kids and their quirks.
When you pick a spot on a sofa, Shouta doesn't even twitch. And when you pluck the pen from behind your ear and start scrawling away, the sound of scratching ink is barely any louder than his own breathing. Feeling confident that you won't wake him up, you settle into your work.
Anyone else coming into the lounge is, sadly, out of your control.
You get through updating about three forms when the sound of shifting fabric snags your attention. You peer around the couch across from you, just far enough to see that yes, Shouta is still sleeping, he's just moved around a bit. You hold your breath, and watch as a wrinkle that formed in his nose slowly soothes itself away. The zipper of his sleeping bag now runs down the length of the front of his body, instead of the side. You reckon it's more comfortable that way, and you wonder if he's dreaming. And if so, what he's dreaming about.
It's a curiosity that's often hard to quell, since that's your thing after all. Your quirk. The reason you even landed the job that you did. You can see people's dreams, and then project them. Furthermore, you can sometimes even influence them, with a strong bond and some practice. You aren't anything close to a qualified therapist or counselor, but...heroes suffer nightmares. Every single one of them. And, the idea is that - the hope is that -- you can help them. With that. Their bad dreams. Their nightmares. Their night terrors. Prevent sleep paralysis and insomnia and panic attacks. You haven't tried yet, not with a single student, but you'd had to prove yourself to Principal Nezu during your interview. He'd been impressed and pleased.
And Shouta had been intrigued.
For now, you've just been working as an assistant, and building rapport with the students. After all, the stronger and healthier the bond, the more you'll be able to help. And you want to help, you do. Even if you don't necessarily...like using your quirk. It always feels like an invasion of privacy, even with blatant permission and consent. People can't help what they dream. Sometimes they want to know, and you have to figure out how to tell them. Sometimes you don't want to tell them. Sometimes they don't ask, and it's better that they forget, which they usually do.
You, on the other hand?
You never forget.
At least not quickly.
Not without a drink or two and a damn good distraction.
Does Shouta suffer nightmares? Surely he does. But, you hope that on the rare occasion he actually reaches REM, like he might be reaching now, that he doesn't. If he dreams at all, you hope it's a good dream. But, what would a good dream look like for him?
...cats, probably. Lots and lots of cats. And having a body that was more blood than caffeine. Or, maybe having the body of a cat. Maybe a good dream for Shouta involved some fur and a long tail and a good sunny spot to soak in. You laugh silently as you picture it. Yeah, you could see that.
Romantic(?)
Mihawk x reader. Male reader in mind but can be read as any/gender neutral. 511 words. Suggestive.
Desc: You're a romantic pervert.
Leaning back against your chair you scan over your boyfriend. His jet black hair, his harsh but beautiful hawk eyes, his muscular plump chest.
“Refrain from staring so much, it’s disturbing me.” Mihawk says and you jolt out of your trance.
“Haha, was I that obvious?” You say, a bit bashful.
“Practically drooling, you had a foolish look on your face. It’s embarrassing.” The swordsman temporarily closes the book he was reading as you get up.
“Embarrassing for me or for you?” With a kiss to his cheek, you crouch down next to his sitting form.
“Use your brain.” Mihawk states with a displeased huff.
“Can’t, you’re too handsome. It’s distracting me~” You press a kiss to his chest. “So pretty too, you’re heaven on earth to me.”
Mihawk scoffs and looks away, then buttons up his shirt quickly. You whine and kiss his clothed chest. “Nooo.. free them…”
“Stop, you’re being ridiculous.” He puts a hand on your face to stop you from getting closer despite your protests. You sigh and rest your head on his thigh.
“You’re so mean to me, my love.” You say sadly with a sigh. “Treating me like I’m a pervert…”
“And are you not?” Mihawk asks and reaches for his book once more.
“Perhaps, but it’s only for you. I try to control myself as much as I can but it’s hard when I see you looking so elegant reading…” You say, somewhat romantically; though it’s negated when you continue to speak. “and your shirt unbuttoned a bit just so I can see your chest, rising and falling as your breath. Especially when I can see a mark I left on you it just makes me want to make as many as I can on your skin.” He puts his hand back on your face, irritated.
“Enough.” He says firmly, though when you look through his fingers you can see a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. Ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make you happy… and want to say more. You reach up and unbutton his shirt, sitting up on your knees to rest your head on his chest. His hand is still on your face, yet he doesn’t stop you, settling it on the back of your head once your cheek is to the middle of his chest.
“I get to hear my second favorite sound like this, such a beautiful melody.” You say as you close your eyes to hear his heartbeat.
“...” He stays silent for a moment before speaking. “Second?” You smile.
“You wanna know my favorite?” You ask, and he doesn’t answer; just looking down at you. “It’s the sound of it when it speeds up, thumping loudly when I touch you and love you. The marks are an excuse to have my mouth on your chest, and to hear the thump of my lover’s heart.” As you say that you hear his heartbeat speed up slightly.
“...Corny.” Mihawk mumbles, but affectionately runs his fingers through your hair as you relish in the drums of his heart.
I actually wrote this way long ago, before i started to write on this account. Before Shanks I was obsessed with mihawk so i have a few wips of him of just my random thoughts i had to write down, thought i'd make sense of this one and post it since its one of the ones that was actually readable story-wise.
Will You Still Love Me?
Zoro and Luffy x GN!Reader (seperate). 1236 Words. Reader turns into a worm dumb concept mb 🙏
You wake up feeling suffocated, everything is dark. You try to walk but can’t, as if your legs are tied together, your arms feeling trapped as well. It's only when you hear a groan and someone rolling over that you see light through a small hole. You look around, everything looks blurry. “Hello!?” you call out but your voice feels weird too. “HELLO!?” You roll around, seeing your fleshy pink body. No, this can’t be! “HELP!”
Zoro
Zoro hears your voice, quiet but panicked, screaming for help and his eyes shoot open. When he doesn’t see or feel you beside him he gets more panicked. Did you get kidnapped!? Lifting up the bedsheets, he spots a worm. “What the hell?” Did you leave because you saw a worm in the bed? He’ll have to toss it and get you back in bed. The swordsman grabs it, you, and you yelp.
“HELLO??” You yell out into the air, suddenly off-ground. “ZORO!? IS THAT YOU!?” It’s hard to see but you think you see green. He stares at the worm, fleshy thing that sounds suspiciously like you, for a few seconds as you wriggle around trying to figure out what’s going on.
“There’s no fucking way.” Zoro mumbles, eye wide. “(Y/n)?”
“Zoro! It is you! What’s wrong with me? I-I think I’m small! Are you holding me?” You lean your head down and tap his finger.
“You’re more than small, you’re a worm. The hell happened?” He speaks then thinks for a moment. “Shit, maybe I should drink less.” He suddenly puts you back down on the mattress and lays back down to sleep, he must be dreaming.
“Wha!? Zoro! Wake back up, I’m a worm!? Zoro wake up!” You roll over to him and try to crawl onto him, but it’s too hard. The blanket keeps folding around you and you get stuck. “Uue…” You flop back onto the mattress for the 3rd time and stretch out. beginning to lament. A few seconds pass of you softly crying before Zoro can’t help but get back up. Even if this is a dream and you’re a worm he can’t just leave you distressed. He picks you up and places you on his palm, though you’re still bummed. “Zoro…”
“Stop crying.” He grumbles, looking down at you.
“But I'm a worm.. does this mean we’re breaking up?” Zoro’s eyebrow twitches at your question.
“That’s what you’re worried about?” The swordsman sighs. “...No, we’re not.. breaking up.” He’s embarrassed saying this, at least thankful you can’t make out his expression.
“Are you sure?” You’re still laid down, depressed. He hates seeing you like this, even if you don’t look like you.
“Yeah.. uh.. Usopp and Franky can make you something to move around quicker.” He looks away, cheeks tinted, this is so stupid. “And I'll protect you. I can still see and hear you.”
“What about Luffy?” You don’t think you can fight like this. “What if I have to leave?”
“Luffy wouldn’t kick you out, he’s tried recruiting all kinds of people, he wouldn’t toss out a crewmate for being a—a worm.” He’s being comforting, despite the embarrassment. “Now go back to sleep, we’ll figure this out later.” He puts you back down, laying his back on the mattress quickly. You try to worm your way under the sheets, still feeling nervous. He can sense you continuing to shift around and you feel yourself being lifted up and placed on his chest without a word. Do worms sleep?
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Your eyes open, what a strange dream, you try to get up and your arms feel tight together. Oh no. “I’m still a worm!?” You yell, waking Zoro up. You look at him and realize you’re at eye level, oh, his arm was just restricting you.
“Stupid.” He groans, loosening his hold. Relief flows through you. It was just a dream. You lay back down with a sigh, closing your eyes. Zoro glances at you, letting out a held breath. ‘They turned back to normal.’ It wasn’t a dream, who knows what it was, but Zoro would rather just pretend it didn’t happen. You’re back to normal anyway. He doesn’t need “comforted worm lover” to be in your mind.
Luffy
Luffy continues snoozing away next to you as you panic, slamming into something, his body. “Luffy is this you!? Luffy!” You continue slamming into it, looking for the hem of his shirt to bonk at his skin. Bad idea. He scratches the spot and rolls over straight onto you, you’re being crushed. You try to squirm around, screaming. Luffy’s eyes slowly open, noticing you’re “gone”.
“(Y/n)?” You continue to yell and he feels something underneath him, making him lift his body off of it and pick it up. It’s you. He can tell. “(Y/n)??”
“Luffy! I’m small, what's going on!?” He stares at you.
“You’re a worm.” His eyes start to twinkle before noticing you look a little weak, realizing what just happened. “I ALMOST CRUSHED YOU!”
“Yeah I think I took some damage…” You flop to the side and Luffy shoots out of bed, stretching his arm on the way out to grab his almost forgotten hat. He bursts into Chopper’s room with his hat on his head and worm in hand, startling the reindeer awake.
“CHOPPER (Y/N) IS A WORM AND I ALMOST CRUSHED THEM!”
“Wha..??” He’s still half asleep as Luffy snatches the doctor and places him on his feet. Luffy shows you to Chopper. “..Luffy this looks like a regular wo-”
“A-Am I really a worm?” Your small voice interrupts him and his eyes bug out of his head.
“AAAH YOU’RE REALLY (Y/N)!” He panics, running around. “DOCTOR! WAIT THAT’S ME.”
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After your examination it’s concluded that you're not seriously injured, just startled and a bit out of it from the shock of being suddenly small and almost crushed. You lay there on the counter as Chopper puts his tools away, though the examination was mostly just some prodding with tweezers and a magnifying glass, Luffy staying with you. You still look down. “I…I can’t believe I’m a worm.” You sit(?) up and look down at your body. “..Does this mean I’m off the crew? That we’re breaking up?”
“What? Why?” Luffy tilts his head in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I can’t fight like this, I’m useless..” It’s sinking in and you droop. Luffy’s eyebrows furrow more, as if offended on your behalf.
“You’re not useless!” He carefully picks you up, cupping you in his hands to put you close to his face. “You’re still (Y/n)!”
“But!” You can’t even finish your sentence, too ashamed this is how you’ve been taken down. You suddenly feel straw underneath you. You’re on his hat.
“There!” He adjusts you so that you’re resting inside the cloth band with Rayleigh’s vivre card, smiling brightly. You can’t see it but you know. “Now we can stay together.” If you still had tear ducts you might be crying right now, but before you can say anything else your body turns hot and you fall out of the band, turning back to normal. Luffy is knocked to the ground along with you. You look down at your body as Luffy sits up, putting his hat back on his head.
“I’m back to normal!” Dang, he was actually starting to look forward to keeping you with him.
Had this in my docs for a while and just finished it up, felt like it would be funny if they werent just asked but put into the "would you still love me if i were a worm" situation. I would say more but my head is kinda going blank from the ill sore throat i have (Bleach fumes.)
this was more well recieved than i thought. I kinda assumed it would get like 2 likes and thats it lol since the idea is kinda stupid
It's YOURS
Zoro x reader. GN!Reader. Platonic. 643 words. Crack fic
Desc - You walk through a forest and find Zoro lookalikes
The Strawhats walk through a forest, some looking around excitedly while others are more tame. It's alright, but things get a lot better. While walking around you spot something, marimos. Your eyes widen and you run to Sanji while he speaks to Nami, “Nami-swan just know I’ll protect yo-” snatching him by the arm and dragging him over to the marimos in the middle of his oath. Before he can say anything you turn his head to the moss balls.
“Look!” The both of you stare and Sanji takes a moment to process before grinning mischievously. You’ve unlocked something.
“Hey, Zoro!” The cook calls over the swordsman, who walks over thinking it’s something important from the use of his name. That’s quickly thrown out, though. “Look, we found your siblings.” Sanji says while pointing, Zoro follows the direction before scowling. He should’ve known it was something like this.
“You called me over for this?” He’s irritated. “If this is my family then every stupid swirl is yours!” He yells, butting heads with Sanji once his grin faded to anger. Meanwhile, you get your own idea and start picking the moss balls out of the water and stuffing them into your clothes. Uncomfortable but this’ll be worth it.
“Zoro, Zoro.” You call to him, which takes a few times before he finally turns to you.
“What!?” He spots you with a round stomach, your clothes wet with water. “The hell are you doing.”
“Zoro, I’m pregnant.” He stares at you with an annoyed and shocked expression, he can’t believe you’re doing this. You squat down and start pushing like you’re giving birth. “NnnGNGGH!!” The moss balls plop out of your clothes onto the ground. “And they’re yours.”
…
Sanji bursts into laughter and Zoro clenches his teeth. “Stop messing around!” You pick the marimos up and look at him with sadness.
“You don’t accept them?”
“As if!” He barks at you and your eyes widen in faux shock.
“...I’m a single parent..” You look away dramatically and Sanji falls to the ground with tears running down his face from laughter.
“You’re both stupid.” As he says that Robin walks over, curious.
“What’s going on?” She asks and you walk to her while holding your moss children.
“I gave birth,” You hold them up. “but he doesn’t accept them.” You look at Zoro with sorrow. He looks at Robin in disbelief at you but she frowns.
“How horrible.” His jaw drops.
“You too!?” The swordsman yells as Robin wraps her arms around you, comforting you in these trying times.
“Huh? What’s happening?” Luffy stretches down from a tree branch.
“Zoro’s abandoning his children after they were just born.” Robin states and Luffy gasps.
“Zoro! That’s not nice!” The captain admonishes Zoro, completely skipping over any actual logic.
“I can’t believe this.” The other Strawhats continue to gather around as you explain your tearful story dramatically until everyone is comforting you, making Zoro seem heartless while he stands there.
‘How did I become the bad guy here?’ He thinks to himself as Usopp and Nami send him dirty looks. You break from their grasp and slowly walk to your children’s father, holding them out to him.
“Zoro.. please… hold them..” You say softly he stares at the moss uncomfortably, then up at you and the others’ encouraging expressions.
“I…” He falters, starting to give into this weird peer pressure as he takes the wet blobs in his arms.
“How’s being a dad?” You put a hand on his shoulder.
“Uh.” They’re squishy but if he thinks about it they’re cute, in a way. “Not bad I guess-” He looks at you to find you’re barely holding in laughter. “Why am I doing this shit!?” He snaps, throwing the moss ball angrily.
“My babies!” You give chase.
“Cruel..” Usopp whispers audibly to Nami, who nods.
“Shut up!”
Yall fw the format? Thought it might look cooler and i would take advantage of the fact tumblr is more customizable than a03. IK havent written in a long time. Idk why but i coulfnt push thru it. I actually had this written messily a while back and just proofread it and post it just now so im still kinda stuck lolol. Im gonna try and get into it again, rewatching OP to try and get back in the groove 2
Scruff
Tall fem werewolf reader in mind but can be read as GN. Shanks, Luffy. Fluff. Romantic. 1052 words.
Desc - You grab them by the scruff.
Shanks
Shanks yawns, stepping onto the deck of the ship after roaming the town a bit. He is a bit tired, sure, but there’s something weighing on his conscience. He’d promised you not to drink today, yet he did. The temptation was too much, the booze high quality and free from the townspeople's love for him, he couldn’t help but take just a few sips. Almost the exact moment he steps onto the wooden planks you run over to him, then stare him down. “...Hey sweetheart.” He says and you lean down, then start to sniff him. There’s no way you could smell anything on him, it was only a few sips. The captain had even washed his mouth out just in case.
“Bad.” Nevermind.
“It was only a bit, just to get a nice taste on the tongue.” He waves his hand in dismissal but still looks a bit nervous. This is the 3rd time now you’ve told him not to drink, at least for the day, and he does. He has been getting a lot better, to be fair, but he still drank nonetheless. “Just a teeny bit.” You stand up straight and look around, then lean down again and open your mouth wide. Shanks expects you to scold him so he closes his eyes, ready to take it, when he feels teeth on the back of his neck. He snaps open his eyes. “What are you..” He feels your canines tug on the back of his shirt and jacket, then he’s suddenly lifted up like a puppy.
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“(Y/n), baby, I can’t reach the floor like this.” He states.
“I know.” You turn and start to make your way to your shared cabin with his collar in your mouth. What does he do? It’s really embarrassing to be carried like this but he is the one at fault here and struggling out of your grasp might make things worse between you two, though you don’t actually seem too upset. Your actions don’t seem to be malicious either, this is just what feels right to you. “You will come to bed, I will bring you water and you’ll go to sleep. You didn’t drink too much so I will not scold you, but turning in early will be your punishment. You can’t be trusted to be away.”
‘This feels worse than being scolded.’ Shanks thinks to himself, trying to keep calm to not show his embarrassment. He almost wishes he drank more, the alcohol would’ve dulled his shame.
Luffy
“I wanna explore I wanna go!” Luffy whines loudly, upset.
“No! Marines are crawling around this island, you’ll stick out too much. If you want to go then you’ll have to be quiet and I can’t trust you to do that, Luffy!” Nami retorts, having to be firm with the captain. This island has good food, but due to having immense resources the navy laid claim to this land. They protect it from attacks and in turn get said resources.
“We’ll bring you something back.” You say to your smaller lover to calm his temper. It works and he does look less agitated, but not enough.
“It’ll taste better fresh, and I want to walk around.” He loves the Sunny but he loves sailing to explore, not to stay in the ship 24/7. “I’ll be quiet I promise.” He looks to you for support but you shake your head lightly, making him literally deflate. “You’re supposed to be on my side..”
“I am on your side. Keeping you here is safer for you and everyone else. If you alert the marines we definitely won’t be able to bring anything for you.” You tell him, which makes too much sense so he just looks towards the island instead, sad, then back at you. It’s really hard to keep refusing when he’s looking at you like this but the crew needs to restock and the risk of having Luffy give away their location would be too great, especially when the island is this tempting for him.
“You’d probably try and sneak around then end up giving yourself away because you wanted to go to a food stall that marines were at.” Sanji adds, lighting a cigarette. “I’ll learn the recipes I can here so stop whining.” That calms Luffy down even more and he seems almost convinced, but then suddenly turns to the island and tries to grab he railing to slingshot himself. The crew tries to grab him but he’s fast and almost makes it when the collar of his shirt is grabbed, or bitten. His arms snap back as you hold him up by his scruff.
“Luffy yo..u?” Nami is ready to go off on him when she realizes Luffy’s gone limp. “Luffy?” He has an upset expression on his face but doesn’t move.
“This is for everyone’s safety, Luffy. If you want to be a good Captain you have to make sacrifices like this sometimes.” You explain with the cloth in your mouth. He usually does struggle less when the back of his collar is grabbed but you doing it and with your teeth seems to be oddly effective.
“...” He’s silent. Unbeknownst to everyone else, he’s been grabbed like this before. When he was very young and in huge trouble both Garp and Dadan would snatch him by the back of his neck like this and yell about how if he’s going to act like an unruly animal then he’ll be treated like one. Due to it being repeated and so young it was instilled in his brain to stop struggling and shut up if he’s grabbed by the scruff puppy style by someone decently bigger than him. So now he hangs there, a big pout on his face.
“Woah..” Nami, Sanji, and Franky stare at him in awe, he’s never been this.. pliant. If it weren’t from how embarrassing it was to grab him like this and having to be bigger this might’ve been added as a new technique to pacify the captain.
“(Y/n) you’re staying here too, you’re huge anyway and can keep Luffy in check.” The navigator quickly decides.
“Oh..” You kinda fucked yourself over, but she has a point.
‘Put me down!!’ Luffy thinks to himself, unable to speak it out of instinct.
im experimenting with diff formats and stuff so sorry if it looks off or whatever
It's YOURS
Zoro x reader. GN!Reader. Platonic. 643 words. Crack fic
Desc - You walk through a forest and find Zoro lookalikes
The Strawhats walk through a forest, some looking around excitedly while others are more tame. It's alright, but things get a lot better. While walking around you spot something, marimos. Your eyes widen and you run to Sanji while he speaks to Nami, “Nami-swan just know I’ll protect yo-” snatching him by the arm and dragging him over to the marimos in the middle of his oath. Before he can say anything you turn his head to the moss balls.
“Look!” The both of you stare and Sanji takes a moment to process before grinning mischievously. You’ve unlocked something.
“Hey, Zoro!” The cook calls over the swordsman, who walks over thinking it’s something important from the use of his name. That’s quickly thrown out, though. “Look, we found your siblings.” Sanji says while pointing, Zoro follows the direction before scowling. He should’ve known it was something like this.
“You called me over for this?” He’s irritated. “If this is my family then every stupid swirl is yours!” He yells, butting heads with Sanji once his grin faded to anger. Meanwhile, you get your own idea and start picking the moss balls out of the water and stuffing them into your clothes. Uncomfortable but this’ll be worth it.
“Zoro, Zoro.” You call to him, which takes a few times before he finally turns to you.
“What!?” He spots you with a round stomach, your clothes wet with water. “The hell are you doing.”
“Zoro, I’m pregnant.” He stares at you with an annoyed and shocked expression, he can’t believe you’re doing this. You squat down and start pushing like you’re giving birth. “NnnGNGGH!!” The moss balls plop out of your clothes onto the ground. “And they’re yours.”
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Sanji bursts into laughter and Zoro clenches his teeth. “Stop messing around!” You pick the marimos up and look at him with sadness.
“You don’t accept them?”
“As if!” He barks at you and your eyes widen in faux shock.
“...I’m a single parent..” You look away dramatically and Sanji falls to the ground with tears running down his face from laughter.
“You’re both stupid.” As he says that Robin walks over, curious.
“What’s going on?” She asks and you walk to her while holding your moss children.
“I gave birth,” You hold them up. “but he doesn’t accept them.” You look at Zoro with sorrow. He looks at Robin in disbelief at you but she frowns.
“How horrible.” His jaw drops.
“You too!?” The swordsman yells as Robin wraps her arms around you, comforting you in these trying times.
“Huh? What’s happening?” Luffy stretches down from a tree branch.
“Zoro’s abandoning his children after they were just born.” Robin states and Luffy gasps.
“Zoro! That’s not nice!” The captain admonishes Zoro, completely skipping over any actual logic.
“I can’t believe this.” The other Strawhats continue to gather around as you explain your tearful story dramatically until everyone is comforting you, making Zoro seem heartless while he stands there.
‘How did I become the bad guy here?’ He thinks to himself as Usopp and Nami send him dirty looks. You break from their grasp and slowly walk to your children’s father, holding them out to him.
“Zoro.. please… hold them..” You say softly he stares at the moss uncomfortably, then up at you and the others’ encouraging expressions.
“I…” He falters, starting to give into this weird peer pressure as he takes the wet blobs in his arms.
“How’s being a dad?” You put a hand on his shoulder.
“Uh.” They’re squishy but if he thinks about it they’re cute, in a way. “Not bad I guess-” He looks at you to find you’re barely holding in laughter. “Why am I doing this shit!?” He snaps, throwing the moss ball angrily.
“My babies!” You give chase.
“Cruel..” Usopp whispers audibly to Nami, who nods.
“Shut up!”
Yall fw the format? Thought it might look cooler and i would take advantage of the fact tumblr is more customizable than a03. IK havent written in a long time. Idk why but i coulfnt push thru it. I actually had this written messily a while back and just proofread it and post it just now so im still kinda stuck lolol. Im gonna try and get into it again, rewatching OP to try and get back in the groove 2
Mihawk x AFAB Reader? With the • Character reacts to reader's form of affection
Pre-relationship, Reader isn’t being subtle. AT. ALL. About her intentions and constantly flirting and being affectionate with him.. And yet it STILL takes Mihawk a hot minute to realize what she’s doing and go.. “Oh… I see……. well all right then darling.. 😏”
This ended up being more gender neutral, i had to go back and try and atleast hint at AFAB but hey whatever.
Think About It
Mihawk x reader. Female in mind but can be gender neutral. 1165 words. A bit suggestive.
Mihawk isn’t necessarily a dumb, unintelligent, or oblivious man. However, he is an experienced one, unfortunately experience can be as unhelpful as ignorance. Especially when you’ve associated a certain behavior with something else.
“Heyyyy sexy~” You slowly slide your chair over to Mihawk’s side. “What’s a dashing older man like you doing here?”
“Reading.” He states, doing his preferred hobby of passing time.
“An educated man too, how attractive. Bet you’re popular, huh?”
“Hmm.” He’s never thought about it, annoyed by popularity, but he was more popular in his youth. He’s gotten a bit less popular with age though, most likely due to his approachibility getting even worse. “Decently.”
‘Such dry answers… but he’s actually responding instead of brushing me off like with others.’ Your thoughts scramble as you keep flirting. “Well~ I think you’re amazing.” He hums and you tilt your body to rest on his. “Your eyes when you read are really pretty too, I could watch you read for hours.” Usually he’d think nothing of the compliment, even finding it disgusting, but coming from you it’s actually a bit… flattering. His hawk-like eyes move from the book to look at at you, piercing and mezmerising. “Kyaa~ My heart just skipped a beat.” You half-joke with a hand on your chest. A certain behavior to him associated with a Red Haired man. Your true intentions are going over his head, his mind subconsiously filtering jokes like these as only jokes.
“I recommend seeing a doctor.” He brushes it off as he would with that weird redhead, looking back at his book. This isn’t working, mission failed and you sigh, eventually retreating to your room.
Later he finds you in the kitchen with a bottle of wine, “Oh, hey!” swishing it around with a wink when you see him. “Must be fate you came here just as I did, maybe we’re just meant to be.” You hold out the bottle to him and he walks up to you, taking it.
“I suppose so.” He’s actually fairly pleased this has happened, pouring both of you a glass.
“Right? We’re fated to be together, like Romeo and Juliet~” You say with a dreamy sigh, laying your head on his shoulder.
“The two of them die.” He points out, taking a sip from his glass while you flinch.
“Not… that part.” You step back. “Though I wouldn’t mind dying if it were oh so romantically with you~” You strike a pose of longing, hand reaching out to him. He places your wine glass in it.
“I would mind. I prefer you alive.” Mihawk states, not much to say, but for him it is. You end up getting flustered like he just professed his love.
“Thanks.. I prefer you alive too..” Failed again.
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Mihawk comes back from a mission looking irritated, immediately going for a bottle of wine when you spot him. “Welcome back, babe, you need a bath? I could even get in with you.” His mind is fresh from fighting, in a bad mood from it being annoying. One of the targets had escaped, making him have to waste time looking for them. Not hard, but out of the way enough to be irritating. Especially when the “battle” itself was hardly anything, being interrupted by the target accidentally causing their own demise. It leaves Mihawk feeling pent up, unfulfilled.
“I don’t need your assistance in bathing, (Y/n).” He shuts you down, quickly looking for a glass when you hand one to him. Wasting no time, he pours the liquid inside and takes a big gulp. It’s a little hot seeing him like this.
“Good view, if it makes you feel better I could always give you one too.” You walk over to him and press your chest against his arm. “If you’d let me~” He gently pushes you away.
“Not now. Your company is… nice, but I don’t need jokes.” He gulps down the rest of the wine and sighs in relief.
“Who said I’m joking?”
“I’m being quite serious.” Mihawk’s adamant and you sigh, pushing him like this would only make things worse when he’s in this mood.
“Alright. No view then, I get it. Call me if you need me~” You say with a purr, rubbing your cheek against him before leaving. Once you’re gone he grumbles, he didn’t want you to leave he just wanted you to stop messing around. It isn’t fun hearing someone who’s words you could actually take to heart play around with it. He almost finishes the entire bottle before deciding to bathe, wanted to feel clean and relax.
Mihawk sighs, his muscles untensing as he lowers himself into the hot water after cleaning himself properly. Much better. His mind, scrambled from stress, begins to come together as he starts to think of your adcances. He’s always assumed they were like Shanks’s, just jokes, and hadn’t thought really though about it more than that; but now that he’s allowing himself to look further he realizes more. They’re different than his, more bold, more flirtatious, and more often than Red Hair. The captain had usually just sprinkled them in with his other annoying babbling, but you joke flirt so frequently.
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‘Perhaps these are not jokes?’ Something clicks in the swordsman’s mind and he gets up from the bath, drying off before getting dressed to see you. If this is true and they havent been jests he needs to make sure. He finds you back at the kitchen, about to drink your sorrows away before spotting him.
“Oh, you’re quicker than usual. Miss me too much?” He doesn’t respond, instead just getting closer to you. “Hug?” You hug him gladly, “I’d never miss the chance to be close to you.” You expect him to just pull back or accept it with a sigh as he usually does, but you feel his arms sneak around your body to hug you back. It makes you freeze in shock, not expecting your affection to be returned.
“(Y/n). Continue talking.” He says when you go silent.
“Huh.. yeah?” You’re confused, face hot.
“You enjoy my body, yes? Enjoy it.” He hugs you tighter, letting you feel his muscular build against you. “Take this chance.” You’re getting more flustered, why is he getting so into this so suddenly? He pulls back enough to look at you. “Enjoy the view as well.” This is a lot. Thankfully you’re too shameless to refuse so you take in the sight of him while feeling his warmth close to yours.
“This is the best.” You mumble and unconsciously reach a hand out to touch his cheek, he leans into it, closing his eyes. You’re reacting positively, he was right, and now that he knows he isn’t going to let this pass by.
“(Y/n).” He suddenly speaks and you jolt slightly.
“Y-Yeah?”
“I'll take your offer.” He places his hand over yours, opening his eyes to look into yours. “I would like to see the view.”
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also specify gender and if platonic or romantic pwease :3
Edit: Okay no more i have over ten ill open them again once ive done a few thanks for the requests :333
Idea popped into my mind one night so i had to write it down because i couldn't focus on anything else..
RUFF!
Various x GN!reader (Shanks, Zoro, Luffy) Small dirty joke in Shanks's but overall fluff.
Shanks
Your boyfriend has always been expressive, saying how much he loves you and how sexy and hot you are. The rare times he isn’t is when he feels vulnerable or truly stressed, when he tries to not show any emotion to avoid showing stress. It’s rare though, most of the time he’s almost like a dog. You can almost see his tail wagging when he hugs or kisses you. Though right now, you really do swear that you can see a tail. Him and Beckman are speaking, Shanks’s dog ears pushed back slightly to show nervousness. “Shanks?” You call out to him and they perk up while his head turns to look at you.
“Baby!” His tail wags until he remembers the situation and it stops, ears pushing back again. “Uhh..”
“He got hit by a devil fruit.” Beckman says and you almost sigh in relief, so you weren’t going insane. “I had told him to be more careful but he was adamant that it was fine because even if he got hit it ‘wouldn’t do anything harmful’”
“This isn’t harmful! I’m perfectly fine~” Your captain dismisses it and you walk over to him, placing your hand out to see how far this transformation is.
“Paw.” Shanks looks at you and immediately puts his hand on yours.
“Ah-” He stutters and takes his hand off, looking away.
“Spin.” Beckman goes next and Shanks twirls, getting embarrassed afterwards.
“Stop, I get it, I get it. I shouldn’t have been hit.” He puts his hand on his face, tail drooping as he licks his lips like an anxious dog.
“Cute, I actually think I like this quite a lot.”
“You do?” His tail lifts up and you nod, then hold your arms out so he can come to you; which he does gladly. His arm wraps around you while his tail wags, then it slows down like he thought of something sad. You’re confused for a moment then get an idea of what it is, leaning down to kiss his stump then his cheek.
“Handsome boy, your hugs are always my favorite in the whole world~” You hug him tighter and he brightens, kissing all over your face while his tail wags like crazy… until he knocks you over. Doesn’t stop his kisses though.
“Honey~” He sniffs you then buries himself in your neck. It looks like his excitable traits have been heightened by this transformation.
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“..Are you hard?” Maybe too much.
Zoro
You stare down at Zoro, your boyfriend, sitting in front of you with Luffy to the side. He has dog ears and a tail, looking away in shame. “I can’t believe you tried to slice it.”
“It-” He’s about to yell but you glare at him and he goes back to avoiding eye contact. “It looked like I could’ve.” Zoro got a beam shot at him by a devil fruit user and instead of dodging like a regular person he had tried to slice it, which did nothing as it wasn’t physical. Maybe if he put real effort into it he could’ve parried it but, being cocky, he just assumed it would be easy to slice and that was that.
“You didn’t even know what the fruit could’ve done, we’re lucky it’s basically harmless.” You watch him and his ears slowly push back more, guilty.
“Hmm, I like it! You’re like an actual guard dog now!” The captain says and Zoro frowns. Usopp, tinkering with something in the background, cracks up with you and subsequently gets Zoro to growl at him.
“Hey they laughed too!” The sniper complains after flinching, quickly going back to what he was doing when Zoro growls at while showing his now sharp canines. Laughing isn’t worth his life.
“Be nice.” You reach over and pet his head, scratching his scalp. Zoro’s eye closes as one of his legs starts to bounce. “Aww, feel good?” You scratch behind one of the dog ears and it bounces faster. Sanji walks past while heading to the kitchen and your boyfriend suddenly jumps up and grabs your wrist, pulling you to his side and growling at the cook like an actual guard dog.
“Shit!" He flinches, getting annoyed since he wasn't even gonna do anything. "Growling at me like you're threatning. Maybe this fits you though, you always did stink like a dog.” He provokes Zoro and the swordsman attacks him.
“Stop!” You yell and he freezes, barely dodging a kick.
“Don’t do that in the middle of a fight!” He barks at you.
“Woahh!” Luffy’s immediately interested, his eyes twinkling as he goes next. “Zoro, sit!” The swordsman sits while Sanji slyly smiles.
“Maybe we should give you a dog name, like Mossy.” Zoro clenches his jaw but stays seated. “Come here, Mossy, c’mon, paw!” Sanji holds out his hand and Zoro stands up while putting his swords away. “Huh, it worke-” He headbutts the cook. Doggy only takes orders from you and his captain.
Luffy
It’s a nice day, you were walking around with your friend and boyfriend on an island when you got tired; so now you’re relaxing in the sun for a nap. You’re falling asleep when you suddenly feel hands on your shoulders, opening your eyes to see Luffy barrelling towards you, slamming onto you before you can react which makes you knock down onto your back. “(Y/n)!!!” He yells happily and suddenly starts to lick your face. You push him back but before you can say anything you see dog ears on his head, a tail wagging behind him.
“Luffy? What happened?” You’re confused, are you still half asleep?
“I wanted to see you!”
“Not that, hun.” You point at his ears and he tilts his head before realizing.
“Oh! Got hit by something. Not a big deal though it doesn’t hurt.” You can tell it doesn’t hurt considering his behavior. You hear Nami next.
“Luffy, I told you… not to run off!” The navigator says angrily, panting from trying to keep up with the captain. He looks back at Nami, still attached to you, then starts to pant and noms your cheek.
“Yer choo shlow.” His voice is muffled with your cheek in his mouth, doesn’t hurt but it’s uncomfortable and he only gets off when you pry him off. He lands onto the ground while you wipe saliva off your face. “I missed you!” He jumps up, tail wagging.
“We just saw each other not too long ago Lu, I just wanted to nap.” You get most of the saliva off your face though you’ll have to wash it later.
“I still missed you, though…” He thinks for a moment. “More than usual too, weird.” Not one to care about specifics, he gets over it fast. “Well whatever, did you miss me too?”
“...Yes I missed you too.” Luffy’s too cute to refuse, especially when he gets so happy.
“Yahoo!” He starts to get zoomies, running around excitedly while his tail wags quickly. You look at Nami who sighs.
“It was other pirates, he got hit because he started complaining about being hungry.” She explains with a sigh, putting a hand on her face from stress.
“Well he looks okay, we should get him to Chopper just in case.” You look at your boyfriend who’s still running around. “Luffy, come here!” He just stands still for a moment, looking at you, before continuing to zoom. “Luffy…” He stands there but dodges and runs away when you try to grab him, doing the same as you continue to try.
“You gotta catch me!” He’s making a game out of this, happy playing with you. In the end he ended up listening less as an overly excited dog.
Since Halloween is just around the corner how would the straw hat crew react if reader dressed up as one of them for Halloween? (It could be Luffy or whatever straw hat crew member you think would be best?😅)
This was fun to make even if I kept getting stuck on it due to a bad mood. Also I couldn't decide on who so I asked an elder (my older brother) and he chose the swirly browed cook himself! Enjoy!
Fun(ny) Halloween
Sanji x Gender Neutral Reader. 1496 words. Platonic and co-starring the rest of the Strawhat crew.
October, a month of fall and most importantly, Halloween. There’s a problem though… you don’t know what to go as. You could pick a classic, vampire, mummy, some sort of animal or devil, but that’s boring. You want something cool but scary, easy to do would be a plus too. While thinking of this you’re suddenly jumpscared by Sanji bursting out of the kitchen onto the deck with food.
“Robin-chann!! I made the tea you asked for~~~~” He spins around and sets it down in front of her, swooning when she smiles at him with an elegant “Thank you.” Your hand goes to your heart, he’s always so passionate it’s startling.
‘Startling…’ An idea pops into your mind and you look at Sanji, he’s really just wearing a suit, right? It's mostly likely uncomfortable, but a regular suit is an easy thing to get! This is perfect, plans starting to form in your head as the day goes on. As soon as the Sunny docks at an island you run off, saying you have something to do that’s a surprise. Eyebrows you can just draw on, a blonde wig is easy to get too even if you have to style it a bit, now to get a suit. You walk into the store and look around, grabbing one and checking the price tag. Expensive! Sanji has good taste too so an accurate one to him would be even more than this… well it isn’t like you’re going to become him, you don’t need anything fancy. You get whatever suit is close enough to his and a regular dress shirt. For a tie, you could bribe Nami to borrow one from him. Perfect plan, you’re a genius. When you get back to the ship you borrow sewing tools from Usopp and a straightener from Robin since Nami would have charged you. Things are easy enough from there, adjusting the suit slightly to fit your body and cutting the wig. It isn’t… the best. Sanji is very well maintained, and you’re making this really late, but it’s enough to be recognizable as him.
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October, the month of- hell yeah it’s Halloween! You excitedly grab your costume, putting it on and making some final touches to look nice. You do look nice in a suit, almost everyone does, but this is a bit of a hassle. “How does he just wear this all the time?” You mumble to yourself while putting it on. Now that you think about it, having a full suit on is the most peculiar for a pirate to wear. No matter, this’ll only be for a day anyway. Only thing left is to go show everyone.
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“That’s your costume? Seriously? A mummy?” Nami, in a sexy farmer costume, says to Zoro. He’s just wearing bear ears and bandages on his face. “That’s the same as last year!”
“I’m a bear mummy this time, don’t you have eyes?” He points to the bear ears and Nami gives him a look of disgust. “You relaxing your face or something? Look a lot better like this.” Nami’s expression turns back to normal and Zoro flinches on purpose, causing her to kick him in the shin angrily. Chopper, who's dressed as a little ghost complete with a tenkan headband over the white sheet and black painted horns, runs around trying to catch a mechanical bee Usopp’s piloting. The sniper’s dressed as a beekeeper, but with actual mechanical bees in the hive on his back. He’s matching with Franky dressed as the queen, or king, bee. When Chopper catches it he strikes a pose and gives a “SUPER!!”
“Robin-Chwannn~ You look beautiful even in your costume.” Sanji swoons over Robin in her spider woman costume. No, not the superhero, an actual spider woman, she even grew arms on her back to keep the image. Brook goes to her as well, dressed as a magician.
“Yohoho~ Here’s my magic trick for two beautiful women.” He pulls two roses from his afro and gives one to her, then to Nami.
“You just pulled roses from your hair…” Usopp mumbles.
“Awee that was actually kinda sweet.” Nami admires the rose.
“Free of charge, though I do take panties as dona-” He gets hit on the head. Jinbe isn’t quite used to this sort of thing, but has learned his lesson about Nami already and chooses to silently sip his tea in his zombie costume courtesy of you and Luffy. Suddenly you walk out from inside the ship and Luffy, dressed as.. a pirate captain with a hook, notices you from his spot on the railing above.
“Huh? Sanji?” That brings attention to you, especially Sanji who turns around expecting for Luffy to ask him for food; instead seeing you dressed at him. He freezes with his mouth open, stopped in his tracks before he could yell at his captain that he was fed not too long ago.
“Oh. my. gods.” Nami stares at you and then bursts out laughing with Usopp. “Is this why you asked me to get a tie from h-him!?” She holds her stomach, bending down slightly as she laughs. You walk over to her.
“Well? Was it worth the investment, mademoiselle?” You say to her and she covers her mouth to muffle more laughing.
“Another shitty cook, this is a nightmare.” Zoro says in the background, which seems to snap Sanji out of it.
“Shut up, Mosshead!" They start to fight, the cook kicking down at Zoro as he blocks with his swords. Luffy keeps staring between you and Sanji.
“Wait, how are there two Sanjis?” He’s confused.
“One is clearly not me! How is this not obvious to you!?” The blonde points to himself, then motions to his whole body. Luffy stares at his face, then at yours. The both of you have swirly eyebrows.
“You have a twin? When did they get on the ship?” Sanji falls to his knees at Luffy’s obliviousness. “Which one of you is Sanji?”
“I’m Sanji.” You say with a charismatic smile, putting your hand on your face and flicking your hair.
“Ohhh okay.” Luffy nods.
“Don’t just believe them!” The real Sanji yells.
“I’m gonna pass out…!” Usopp clutches his chest, getting lightheaded from laughing too hard. Sanji looks at everyone laughing and gets a little bummed, you walk over to him.
“Well? How do I look? I actually worked pretty hard on this, though I don’t look as cool as you.” Sanji’s ears perk up from your compliment.
“Cool?” He pries for more of them.
“Yeah, you always look really put together. This helped me realize how tiring it must be to almost always have a suit on. It kinda makes me admire you.” His eyes twinkle and he smiles, trying to keep it calm and charismatic rather than overly happy.
“Hmm, I guess that’s true.” Nami mumbles to herself while trying to imagine having to wear a suit all the time. Sanji catches it immediately; but so do you. Right as he runs to her you follow suit and copy his swooning.
“Nami-Swann~! You really think so~~!!?” He finishes his statement and turns to you, shock on his face. Nami shivers a little.
“Yikes. Maybe the costume is more scary than funny.” She says and Zoro nods.
“Sorry, your behavior is kind of predictable.” You admit to Sanji, who’s feeling conflicted between liking that his love for women is known and being ashamed that he’s this predictable. Chopper puts a hoof on his leg for comfort, but he’s shaking slightly from also trying not to laugh. The cook turns to Robin right as you do.
“Robin-channnn do you think i’m pre-” He stops and so do you, then falls to his knees again. Robin can’t help it and tries to turn her head and muffle a small laugh with her hand, though it’s still heard. Luffy, who started laughing too, stretches down from where he was hanging and onto Franky.
“Sanji and Sanji, do it again!” He cheers for an encore, raising his arms up. It doesn’t make Swirly Brow feel much better.
“You’re still a better cook than me. I can’t copy your talents.” You crouch down to Sanji’s level but he looks away, pouting and upset that he’s the butt of the joke. “Y’know I wouldn’t have put this much effort into the costume if I was ashamed of you.” You stand back up and strike a pose. “So why don’t you teach me some tricks so I can make this more accurate?” This seems to cheer him up and he stands, looking around. Well, these are his friends, and it’s not like it’s unfunny.
“Well,” He clears his throat. “your hair isn’t parted correctly.” His hands go to your wig and smooth it out as you smile back. If the people he cares for are happy, so is he.
“I think they look better.” Zoro states and Sanji attacks him. Zoro is the exception.
Hi! Can I request a Sanji fluff fic? Where he's on night duty on a cold night and Y/n brings him a blanket and hot tea (or coffee?) made just for him. They sit and cuddle And everything is just so cute.. (Sorry, I just miss my cat very much and I miss the warmth. (The cat is alive!)) 😭😭😭😭😰😔😔😔😔
Glad your cat is alive dude, saw the missing your cat and was like “Oh shoot dam that sucks.” Still sucks but less if the cat is alive.
Your Love Is My Warmth
Sanji x GN!Reader. Just pure fluff. 826 words
Sanji peppers kisses on your face as you laugh. “I got it, I got it, you’re on night duty. I’ll be okay.” You push him back a bit as he looks at you with sad eyes.
“Are you sure you’ll be oka-”
“Yes, I’ll be okay. I’ll stay warm, okay? You act like these walls are thin, Franky’s an amazing shipwright he wouldn’t just let us freeze. It’s not that cold here, is it?” You motion around the room and Sanji sighs.
“Okay, you’re right.” He hugs you one last time. “I’ll come back immediately once my night shift is done, my love.” With that, he tears himself away from you and leaves the room. You go back to the bed and get inside, it’s comfortable, but not as comfortable as when Sanji is with you. He’ll be here soon though, so it’s okay. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway, but when you try to sleep you start to worry. It was already pretty cold in the day, how cold is it now? The bed is really comfy though… You imagine Sanji, alone, in the cold and freezing sadly, the thought makes you get up. You’ll just check how he’s doing quickly, so you won’t bother him. Getting up, you leave the room. Immediately it’s colder than inside, but not too bad still. It’s when you leave the ship that you realize how cold it is. You’re careful though, spotting Sanji. He seems fine at first, but you notice him shiver a bit, lighting a cigarette to give some warmth.
‘This won’t do, I’m not going to leave him like that.’ With a determination to help your boyfriend, you go back to your room and grab blankets; then head into the kitchen. Coffee.. it would help with keeping him awake, but he’s already smoking. Having just coffee and cigarettes, that’d be pretty sad, so instead you decide to brew him a nice tea. Brook’s taught you how to brew it before, tea isn’t too hard anyway, so you do well. You even remember how Sanji likes it, then you brew a cup for yourself. Now you have two cups of tea and a thick blanket… how are you going to carry this. You carefully wrap the blanket around yourself and tie it, then hold the teacups on a plate. Off you go!
‘Was he really just planning on sucking it up and keeping watch despite the cold?’ You think to yourself as you watch Sanji, then begin to slowly sneak to him. It doesn’t work out though, the moment he senses you he turns.
“Love?” He’s a bit confused for a moment before hurrying over to you. “Why are you out here? It’s cold..!” You both can’t be too loud, crewmates are sleeping.
“Exactly, it’s cold, you didn’t even think to bring something to warm you up? I could've given you a blanket.” He shakes his head at your words.
“Taking a blanket from you? I wouldn’t, you..” He trails off as he notices the tea, staring at it. “Is that.. for me?” You nod and his face flushes. “You made two.” He takes the teacup carefully like it’s an heirloom being passed down to him. “It must’ve been cold then.”
“It wasn’t, I made it because I’m staying out here with you.” You state and he stares at you, eyes slightly wide.
“You don’t have to stay out here with me, I’m going back to the room soon-”
“I’m not doing this for me, baby, I know you’re cold. I’m not letting my boyfriend just suck it up.” You take a sip of your own tea, then sit on the deck. Sanji is frozen for a moment but then quickly goes to you, before he can try and let you have the blanket you wrap it around the both of you. “We can keep eachother warm, so stay close, okay?” He looks at you, adoration and love in his eyes as he cuddles close to you.
“...Okay.” Sanji says quietly, taking a sip of the tea you made for him. It settles in his body, warming it up, but more than anything the fact that you came out here for him makes everything feel warm. His hands that were previously freezing feel cozy now, along with his heart when he was out here alone without you. He would never ask you to do this for him, but you did it. This memory locks its way into his mind as you both stay close to each other, cuddling until the sea around you has never felt more pleasant.
Bonus
“Ugh, lovebirds.” Zoro says, disgusted as you two sit cuddling. You look to him and put a finger to your lips to shush him, the swordsman noticing a sleeping Sanji comfortably resting on you. He looks peaceful, innocent, it makes Zoro huff in a bit of annoyance. ‘Whatever, this is better than him picking a fight, I guess.’
There it is folks, hope you enjoyed it! It was a bit short but I don’t like to force things to be long if they don’t naturally end up that way. Inspiration based, and my inspiration told me to make this short and sweet. Really sorry if this isn't fluffy or cute enough.