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#Sunny is already down a stock
kedreeva · 18 days
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Okay, I haven't wanted to talk much about the peafowl lately, been just kinda dealing with Stan's passing, but! I have news I don't want to keep quiet, so here we go with a little announcement.
I've been helping a friend of mine with a bunch of peafowl genetics work lately, as he's trying to prove out a really neat phenotype of speckled and white peafowl that showed up in his breeding stock, and he just spent tens of thousands of dollars importing two new morphs from Europe: European violet (aka, my dream morph) and Ultramarine (pretty and only otherwise being produced by TWO breeders in the WORLD). When Bill heard about Stan, he asked if I was going to go to a large farm auction that's a few hours from my house. I don't, normally, since it's a few hours from my house and the auctions usually make me kinda sad when it comes to peafowl (they stress out SO MUCH) even though it's cool to see how much they're going for at a wider audience auction.
Then he told me he would be going, and that if I wanted to come down the day before the auction, he'd bring me another male, to replace Stan. I had already made plans to hang onto Bismuth, at least for a few years, and to pick up babies from Indie x Arcana/Eclipse this november, including a male, so I didn't really need another male, and don't have the cash for one anyway. He said no, he meant one of the split EUV males from last year's first-USA breeding. For free. As a thank you for helping him.
To put this into perspective, importing the birds is a ~$10k affair, per bird. I had fully resigned myself to never even SEEING one of these birds in person, much less ever owning one. Even if someone else got them imported, they would remain thousands of dollars for the first few years, and quickly become mixed with other stuff, potentially even be lost by people breeding to purple. He went in on a group import with another breeder and they have both just started selling the full-color birds for over $2k apiece (alongside Ultramarine, which before their import was bred by TWO people in the WORLD, and babies from that are going for almost $7k each, but EUV is more widely spread). Splits (like the one I will be getting) are being let go for $750. This is also the color I have desperately wanted since I first saw them 8-10 years ago (though I believe they've been around slightly longer), but that I had resigned myself to never actually having.
To put it mildly, I'm probably going to burst into tears when I see Bill and this bird. It's going to be super embarrassing. And then I'm going to have to build more pens. And then I'm going to have to get as plain-blue, pure-indian blue hens as I can find, and become one of the most serious curators of plain pure EUV in the US, because I know the other two who have them currently will be outcrossing to other patterns/colors immediately and the people buying them will likely be doing the same, and everyone will be clamoring to make them into high Spaldings ASAP, or won't know not to cross them to purples and wreck the color.
Here's the sire cock, the one imported:
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You will notice that this bird is purple in full sun, from the sunny side. That's the main difference between European violet and US purple- a US purple looks blue until you get the right angle on the sun vs the bird vs the camera, and you have to get the bird between you and the sun, so the purple is often in the shadow side- visible to the eye but not the camera. EUV is just purple. Even from the sunny side!!
And the Ultramarine, in case you were wondering about their color:
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(pics reposted w/ permission from Bill)
The breeder is Spring Creek Peafowl, and in case anyone is secretly a peafowl breeder or knows other peafowl breeders with too much money that want in on a new color morph, he DOES have UM pairs and EUV hens (and more split males) for sale currently, for less than the only other person in the US that has them. They're still pricey, but cheaper. I WISH I had the extra to have my friend add on an EUV hen, but alas, I will have to wait to make my own in a few years. Even just the opportunity to do so is something I never expected to have!
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moonchildstyles · 2 months
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can we get a chiaroscuro blurb where maybe harry chases petal around? like a game but it takes a spicy turn 👀
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(Y/N) fumbled with her keys as she took the short scale of steps to the front door of the manor, her hands full of grocery bags she was too stubborn to make more than one trip for. She could feel her back sweating under the heavy cardigan dropped over her form, the sun far too bright and warm given the time of year. 
Just when she thought she had the grip right, her keys fell to her feet and out of reach. An exasperated huff fell from her lips. She should have just called Harry to help when she made it home.
Bending carefully to keep her grocery bags from tumbling out of her arms, she blindly reached around for her keys. Her fingers grazed the stoop with no such luck, her annoyance growing just as the heavy door to the manor swung open. 
"My love, is everything al—What are you doing on the ground?" Harry rushed, urgency entering his voice once he caught sight of her struggle, "What happened? Are you hurt?"
He was at her side in a blink, immediately taking the bags from her arms and steadying her. He took stock of her, a familiar expression striking his features; he was worried, near frantic attempting to find where she could have been injured.
"I'm okay," she shook her head, grateful for him taking some of the burden from her hands, "I just thought I wouldn't have to make more than one trip, then I dropped my keys and it's just—I don't know, it's too hot outside." 
A pinch creased Harry's brows, giving him wrinkles that would disappear the second he smoothed his features. "Why didn't you call for me? I would have helped you, petal." 
She shook her head, following after Harry with her keys in hand and only a single grocery bag into the manor. "It's too sunny. I thought I could make it, so I didn't want to make you come out if you didn't have to." 
"I can handle some sun, darling," he assured her, getting her safely inside the manor before he closed the door and sealed out the unseasonal sunshine, "Especially if it is for you." 
A small smile curled over her lips at his declaration. Of course he would say that it is worth it to potentially combust or go blind if it meant that he could help her bring her groceries in. 
It was sweet—and only a little stupid. 
Marching off to the kitchen, Harry didn't wait before he began unpacking all of her items and placing them within the cabinets and fridge. (Y/N) did little more than perching on the countertop, knowing that he wouldn't allow any kind of help since she had already gone through the trouble to shop herself (on his dime, though he never let her use that against him in the argument). She knew he could have it done in a matter of seconds, but he tended to refrain from using his supernatural abilities in moments like this, insisting she made him want to slow down and feel normal with her. That left her to watch as he bubbled around, unpacking with the reusable bags being folded away for another time. 
The sight brought her back to her first night at the manor, before she had even met him. The kitchen had been so clumsily stocked with the strangest variety of ingredients. Neither him nor Niall had any idea of what a human needed to make a proper meal. 
"Has the forecast changed at all for this afternoon?" (Y/N) asked, not bothering to take her eyes off him as he worked. 
A grim line settled on his lips. "Not as far as I know. I am starting to worry I won't be able to accompany you later." 
Her mouth edged into a soft pout. "Really?"
"'M afraid so, my love," he said, an apologetic quirk to his lips.
"I don't want to go if you can't come, though," (Y/N) argued, kicking her feet from where she sat on the counter. She was just a moment away from pulling out her phone and rain checking on Charlotte for another day. 
"You should still go, petal," Harry countered, putting away the last ingredient before he drifted to stand between her spread thighs, "Do not cancel on my account." 
"But the whole point of today was so you could meet my friends. It kind of defeats the purpose if you don't come with me." She would have to tell them he came down with something, and reschedule to a day with a promise of cloudy weather. 
His lips were still in a thin line when he settled his hands on her thighs, a chill seeping through the denim of her jeans. "I do not want you to miss out on your friends and your human activities on my account. I don't think it's fair." 
"I see Charlotte and the others plenty, H," she said, placing her own hands on his with her palms warming his skin, "Today really was going to mostly be about you. Plus, I know Charlotte kind of loves it when I cancel, so she can stay in with her boyfriend instead. They'll understand." 
With the pinch between his brows only winding tighter, (Y/N) knew he was far from convinced but when he peeked up at her through his lashes, she could tell he wasn't going to argue. "Only if you are sure, my love. Please, if you change your mind, do not feel bad about leaving me here. I want you to do whatever makes you happiest." 
"I will," she settled with a small smile, despite knowing that her happiest would be found right here in the manor with him. 
Curling her fingers around his own, she held onto his hands as she leant towards him and pressed a small kiss to his lips. 
It was Harry that chased after her when she began to pull away, ensuring she wasn't far before the chill of his mouth was once again buttoned to her own. She smiled into his kiss.
"Are you happy I'm staying home now?" she asked against his mouth, causing him to push his kiss to the corner of her mouth. 
He paused, his hands flexing around the full of her thighs. 
"Perhaps a little."
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"Let me finish this one section. Then I am all yours, petal." 
Harry's murmured voice was quiet in the middle of his studio, barely much louder than the swish of his brush over the canvas propped in front of his stool. His palette was full of color, the evidence of the last hour of work he'd put into the finishing layer of his latest piece. 
(Y/N) couldn't contain the heavy sigh she heaved as she draped herself over his form. Her arms dangled down over his shoulders, her face pressed cheek to cheek with his. A pout was on her lips as she watched him make changes so subtle she could barely even notice them. 
This wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she cancelled her day plans.
He'd been at this for what felt like forever, and (Y/N) had been itching to pry him away for at least the last twenty minutes. She could hardly stand still, let alone actually watch him. 
It was his fault, really. 
It was Harry who had used the early hours of the afternoon to make a batch of sugary cupcakes, complete with chocolate frosting and raspberry compote shoved in the middle. After being the taste tester during the making and stealing a couple once they were cooled, (Y/N) was now experiencing what she could only call a sugar high and wanted Harry's attention more than anything. (Though she wasn't up to admit it, the late afternoon latte she made out of boredom probably had more than just a little to do with the extra energy).
She impatiently watched him make another minute stroke, adding a barely there brush of white highlight on a bush. The sound of his brush swirling through paint on his palette had her jaw ticking.
"Are you done yet?"
A huff of laughter left Harry's lips. "Almost, my love. What has gotten into you, may I ask?" 
"I'm bored, and I want to play with you," she pouted, curling her arms around him in a clumsy hug. 
"Yeah?" he prompted, his smile audible, "What would you like to play, hm?" 
He was only teasing her, she was sure. He hadn't even stopped painted when he spoke. (Y/N) deflated, sinking into his shoulders. "I don't know." 
The change in her inflection had Harry pushing his palette to the side, his full attention landing on her as he twirled on his stool to face her. He collected her hands in his, the glamoured green of his eyes wavering in distress. 
"I didn't mean to upset you, love—I promise I was only teasing," he pleaded with her, canting his head with his cool hands squeezing hers. 
Maybe it was a bit awful of her, but she couldn't help herself but to poke just a hair further to get what she wanted. 
"It's okay," she told him, though she played up the moment with her mouth in a pout, "Will you hang out with me now? Please?" 
"Of course, my love," he rushed out, standing to the full of his height with his hands still wrapped around hers, "Anything you want, we will do. I am at your disposal." 
Perhaps she hadn't thought her little plan through quite as well as needed, (Y/N) realized. She didn't even know what she wanted to do, only knowing that she wanted to erase her boredom and she wanted Harry to be there when she did. 
Rolling her lips between her teeth, she flitted her eyes away from his own intense gaze. "You pick." 
"Me?" Harry pressed, serious expression on his features. His hands around hers shifted until he had their fingers laced together, his thumb running along the outside of hers.
(Y/N) shrugged, almost wishing she had let him continue painting instead of this. "I didn't think this far ahead." 
His face softened into a gentle smile, his brows loosening with  his eyes almost glimmering as he gazed at her. "Okay," he sounded, "I will think of something, then. Your only job is to tell me if you think you would have fun."
A furrow touched his brows much to (Y/N)'s delight. He always looked especially cute when he was concentrating like this. 
"I can do that," she smiled at him, happy to have his attention after the long afternoon. 
It only took a beat before Harry was flicking his gaze to match hers. "What is something humans do when they cannot go outside? What kind of activities would y'play when you were unable to go out?" 
The question had (Y/N) thinking back to the days before Harry—before the rain and the clouds were their best friends. "Probably read or watch a movie or something," she answered, "I have too much energy, though—none of that sounds fun." 
It was Harry's turn to puff his lips into a pout, his gaze dropping to their joined hands and growing distant with his thoughts whirring. "Okay," he drawled, "Are there any games that sound fun to you, petal?" 
Sifting through her memories like a rolodex, (Y/N) pinged on something she hadn't thought about in years. "When I was a kid," she started, "Me and my sister would play stupid things like tag or hide and seek if we couldn't play outside. I was never very good at it, but I think it could be fun." 
The smile that bloomed on his face told her that he had it all figured out then. "Let us do that, petal. We can still play even if it's only the two of us, yes?" 
"Hide and seek?" (Y/N) clarified, unable to keep her own lips from stretching into a grin as she saw his own. 
"Yes!" he bubbled, entirely too giddy over a childhood game, "That would be fun, wouldn't it? You would not be bored while playing, right?" 
A peal of laughter fell from (Y/N)'s lips at his declaration, her energy bouncing off of his. "You're going to win every time, though. You'll always know where I am." 
"I swear I will not pay attention," he assured her, "No cheating, I promise." 
A bubbly smile drew (Y/N)'s features with soft curves. The manor was so big, this was the kind of place she would have killed to play such a game in when she was a kid. She just had to hope Harry wouldn't find her too easily when it was his turn. 
"Okay," (Y/N) sang, using her grip on his hands to lead him out of the studio, "But, you're hiding first."
"Now?" he blanched, looking taken aback as if he hadn't suggested this game himself. 
"Yes, now," (Y/N) laughed, pushing Harry out into the hallway with her ands untangling from his, "I'm going to start counting, and if you're not hiding, I still win if I catch you." 
(Y/N) didn't wait for a reaction, instead turning her back to him with her hands covering her eyes. She began counting loudly for him to hear. After a moment of lag, his footsteps finally began to retreat, disappearing in a blink by the time she had counted to fifteen. If not for her eyes already being closed, she would have rolled them; Harry was already using his abilities to his advantage despite just vowing not to cheat. She continued counting through her smile.
While (Y/N) couldn't remember the exact rule from her childhood, she was sure she didn't count for as long as she was supposed to. He didn't need that much time anyway, she decided. He'd probably already found a hiding space as soon as he disappeared. 
Entering into the hall and leaving the studio behind, she couldn't help that rush of adrenaline that always came with this kind of game. While she was technically the hunter in this scenario, she felt those nervous butterflies every time she peeked around a corner or peered into a dark room, anticipating the sight of Harry waiting for her. It didn't help that he could be completely silent when he wanted, leaving her with no warning of where he would spring up. 
Her search took her through much of the first floor before she grew antsy and trekked up the staircase towards his wing of the manor. While he didn't spend too much time in his bedroom any more after moving into her lighter chambers, it was still a space he knew better than anywhere else. 
Though much of the decor had shifted in the house, leaving behind some of the more grotesque paintings and ominous sculptures, this wing of the manor still contained those relics of the past. She had insisted that he keep his space as he had it, not wanting him to change everything just because she was now a part of his life. That left her padding down the dark hallway with the blank white eyes of the demonic cherubs following after her. Sobbing angels and puddles of blood littered the backgrounds of these scenes, taking (Y/N) back to the early days when she had first arrived at the manor. 
Curling her sweater sleeves over her hands against a phantom chill in the corridor, she peeked into the various rooms lining the hall. Her heart beat heavy in her ears every time she pulled open a door, expecting to see Harry's pale features shining through the dark. Her paced breathing and footsteps were the only other sounds to be heard in the silent passage. 
She saved his bedroom for last, this being the only room she was actually familiar with in the hall. Her stomach was flooded with butterflies as she twisted the knob, pushing open the door before crossing the threshold into the chilly room. Goosebumps pricked her skin as she stepped inside, not bothering to flick on the lights as if that would break the effect of the game—as if she wasn't starting to actually grow spooked. 
His room was still decked in velvet and silk, golden and black features streaming throughout. She could still clearly recall the night she had tucked herself under the heavy duvet, waiting out the monsters that had called to her outside. She remembered the way Harry had tried to soothe her in the night, when her sleep had grown restless. How that moment had felt like a dream only for it to be one of the first pages in their story.
Her breath caught in her throat when she swore she saw a shadow move behind the drawn curtains. 
Stepping on silent feet, she ventured further into his bedroom, hesitantly peeking around his wardrobe and even chancing a look inside. Each attempt was fruitless as she changed her direction towards the bathroom attached to the room. 
There was a static in the air, the kind that made her sure there was someone else sharing this space with her, but there was no Harry to be seen. The hinges of the bathroom door creaked just as she felt a set of hands land on her shoulder. 
"Found you." 
Harry's breath washed over the side of her neck, a shiver running down her spine at the same time she startled in her spot. Her heart skyrocketed to her throat, beating heavy behind her ribs and echoing in her ears.
Spinning to face him with her hand to her neck and mouth dropped in a gasp, she looked to him with accusing eyes. "You scared me! I'm supposed to be finding you!" 
"I'm sorry," he said through an amused smile that did nothing for his point, "You walked past me twice, petal. I couldn't wait any longer." 
Settling in her skin, (Y/N) was able to pout over her lost game. "I would have found you." 
"I am sure y'would have, my love, but now y'can relax. I could hear your heart beating like you were running a marathon." 
Sometimes she forgot just how in tune with her body he was; he knew everything, many of them she barely even noticed herself. Nothing was overlooked. 
"I was right to be scared," she countered, her skin warming as he dropped his hands from her shoulders to follow the length of her arms down to her hands, "You ended up scaring me just like I thought you would." 
"Darling," he drawled, ducking his head to be level with her gaze, "I really didn't mean to—I was hoping I would make you laugh, that's all." 
Collecting her into his arms, Harry hugged her against his chest in apology. As much as she wanted to believe him, (Y/N) could still feel that smile of his, complete with both dimples, as he tucked his face into the warmth of her neck. 
"It's okay, H," she murmured, nonetheless reciprocating his hug with her arms around his neck. He sunk into her hold, heavy and adoring as he relaxed. With her mouth by his ear, she whispered, "Your turn." 
With that, she pushed off of him, laughter spilling from her lips as she scuttled out of his bedroom. Heading towards the staircase at the end of the corridor, she turned around with a beaming smile just to see him looking after her like she thought he would. The sight made her grin that much larger. 
"Start counting—and no cheating!" 
All but sprinting through the manor, (Y/N) left him behind, finally working out that giddy energy she'd been holding onto through the afternoon. While she knew there was little chance that this was going to be a very fair game given the fact that he couldn't turn off his senses, she still wanted to have fun and see if she could confuse him and have even a minute chance at winning. 
In an attempt to play dirty, she ran around the manor, traipsing through the kitchen, her bedroom, the art studio, any door she could get through without wasting too much time to leave her scent any and everywhere. Her heartbeat and breathing were going to be her giveaways, but this could buy her time if Harry fell for it. 
By the time she knew she was closing in on the remainder of her time, she settled on hiding in the laundry room. The room had two entrances—one opening to what used to be considered a maid's quarters, and the other out into the hallway. Leaving the door to the hallway open in hopes of through him off, she tucked herself out of sight. She fixed her eyes on the slight crack in the open door with the maid's entrance to her back. 
The longer (Y/N) stayed tucked away, the more that familiar anticipation crept in. Though, instead of being the hunter, she was now the hunted, sitting like a duck as she waited to be caught. The worst part was how silent Harry would undoubtedly be—she wouldn't even know she had been found until he had his hands on her. 
Keeping her eyes fixed to the crack in the door, (Y/N) waited. It took everything to keep from wriggling and giving away her spot, despite the growing buzz in her stomach that urged her to run or use the restroom (the juvenile urge being one she only really felt while playing this game, she realized). He must be staying as true as he could to his vow of no cheating since he was taking his time to make it through the manor, his speed being left in his bedroom. 
Out of nowhere, there was a creak from a floorboard heard down the hallway. (Y/N) clamped her mouth shut, pacing her breathing as if that would help. At least she knew where he was now. 
Her gaze never strayed from where she could see just a sliver out into the hall, waiting to see the green knit of his sweater. The longer she waited, the harder her heart beat. There was no other creak or sound of movement telling her where he could have retreated. 
She rolled her lips between her teeth. Could she chance a shift in her spot, just to see I she could spot him elsewhere?
A breath too late, from the corner of her eye she saw a familiar green sweater and pale features. 
"Harry, no," she laughed right as he caught her with his hands landing on the soft curve of her waist, "You cheated!" 
Tugging her to his chest, Harry pulled her out of hiding and right to him. A wondrous light had settled in his eyes as he took in her laughter. "How did I cheat? I gave you plenty of time, petal." 
"You're not allowed to be so quiet," she argued, already pulling away from his embrace, "Go hide, it's my turn." 
Harry didn't let her get very far before he was pulling her back to his chest, dipping his head down and leveling his gaze with hers. "No, I won. I found you," he smiled, tipping his chin to press his lips to the soft of hers.
(Y/N) drew away first, keeping herself from getting distracted. Energy was still trickling through her system, she didn't want to stop now. "I know, so it's my turn again." 
Chasing after her, another kiss was planted over her mouth. He spoke against her lips, "No, I win. I get m'prize now." 
She laughed into his kiss, Harry swallowing the sound between his parted lips. "Your prize?" 
Pulling away just enough to match her gaze with his nose bushing hers, amusement sparkled in his eyes. "Are you not my winnings?" 
A spark bubbled under her skin, meeting with lingering butterflies that had her slipping out of his arms. He was always going to win in the end, but she was going to get in as many rounds as she could before then. 
"Fine," she relented, shooting him an excitable smile as she bounced on her feet, "but you have to catch me first." 
With that, she shot out of the laundry room, slipping out of his reach. A bright smile was on her lips as she pictured the look on she had undoubtedly left on his face. It wasn't until she had ran her way down the hall, reaching a corner that she peered over her shoulder. 
Harry had only followed her far enough to be peeking out into the corridor, a furrow to his brow and slight quirk to his lips.  "Where do you think you're going?"
"I don't know!" she giggled, skidding around the corner before popping her head around to peek at him once more, "And, no cheating!" 
She heard his laugh as she sped down the winding hall and towards the staircase. There was no clear destination in mind, just knowing that she wanted to make a little bit of trouble for him before she was caught. 
The fact that he hadn't reached her already told her that he had listened to her rules, but that didn't mean he was very far behind if the sound of his rapid footsteps was anything to go by. 
By the time she made it to the sitting room, murals of the heavens watching as she raced through, she could hear Harry's barely a heartbeat behind her. Daring to peek over her shoulder, she could see him descending the stairs, a furrow to his brow until he caught her looking. Then, he had a splitting grin on his face.
A giddy peal of laughter fell from her lips as she ran harder from him, feeling that adrenaline leak into her system knowing that he was right there. It would be so easy for him to use his supernatural traits and catch her before she took her next step, but he was letting her keep her little game up. He was enjoying the chase.
He followed her into the kitchen where she slid her socked feet across the floor, catching her balance before she could tumble to the floor. The close call had just that much more energy hitting her system.
"Be careful, petal," Harry scolded her, having just barely caught her near miss. 
"No," she laughed, knowing she sounded a bit like a petulant child before she was off again. She could hear his own huff of laughter from where she left him behind. 
It didn't take long before she felt the stretch of Harry's fingers graze the back of her sweater, the beats of his feet just behind her. She yelped at the touch, instinctively trying to throw him off by zagging towards the stairs once more. Before she could lead him up, he closed the distance and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her away from the steps. 
"We are not going to run up the stairs like this, petal," he laughed, not even a little out of breath as he tucked her back to his chest. 
"You cheated at the end," she accused in a pant, laughing as she tilted her head back to look up at him.
His features were upside down from where she gazed down at her, smug smile on his lips. "Perhaps, but I still win." 
Before she could argue, he had her spun around in his arms. The world spun around her as Harry threw her over his shoulder, her hips settled on the cuff of his shoulder with her arms dangling down his back and legs kicking in front of him. His arm created a bar across the backs of her thighs, keeping her steady as she wriggled over him.
"I get to take you away now, petal," he declared, starting towards the stairs on much more steady feet this time, "No more running from me." 
"I thought you said we were going to play whatever I wanted today," she faux-whined, clinging to him as he reached the landing of the second level. 
"I think you'll like this break from your game, puppy," he answered simply. 
She was sure they both felt the change in the pace of her heart then. With that one word, she knew he was right. She was going to enjoy whatever game he wanted to put on now. 
Pushing into their bedroom, (Y/N) was unceremoniously plopped onto the bed, unmade bedding rustling around her. The mattress bounced under her back just as Harry settled followed, crawling to the middle of the bed to sit himself between her thighs. 
His weight had her sinking into the plush sheets with her thighs spread wide to accept his hips against her own. A heady bulge pressed against her core as he buried his face against her neck. The tip of his nose skimmed over the column of her throat, her skin breaking into goosebumps at the touch. She could feel the smile curling on his lips at her reaction.
Bringing her hands up to tangle through his hair, she hiked her thigh around the cuff of his hip. The chill of his lips held that much more of an effect on her when he pressed them o her heated throat. 
"What's gotten into you?" she asked, preening under the attention.
Harry's response came in between the smattering of kisses he gave to her neck, the scratch of his teeth sending a shiver down her spine. "I liked chasing you," he murmured against her skin, words melting into her pores, "Jus' wanted to catch you and take you away." 
(Y/N) felt breathless at his admission. That wasn't the intended effect she had been going for with her game, but she couldn't say she didn't like it.
"Take me away to do what?" she pressed, wanting nothing more than to have his voice wash over her with every minute detail that came to mind. 
"To fuck you, puppy," he answered simply, taking her breath away when he scraped his teeth against the well-bitten spot on her neck. "You know that."
Her reaction was enough to spur him on as he sucked a mark onto the hollow of her throat. Her fingers coiled in his curls, arching into him with her head tipping to the side to give him more skin to roam. Harry happily took advantage, teasing her with nips at the curve of her neck once he was satisfied with the faint mark he left behind on her skin.
"You want that too, puppy?" Harry murmured against her throat, the full of his lips pillowing over the goosebumps on her skin, "Want me to fuck you?" 
She didn't even think before she was nodding as best she could with her cheek pressed to the mattress, her mouth dropped in a breathless gasp. Harry's smug smile could be felt against her neck before he drew back, matching her eyes with his own intense gaze.
"Say it." 
Her heart hammered against her rib cage, her thighs squeezing around his hips. How her stupid game of hide and seek led to this, she wasn't sure, but she was willing to do it again every day if this was the kind of effect it had on Harry. 
When she didn't immediately answer him, Harry pulled one of his hands up and lightly tapped on her warm cheek with his three middle fingers. 
"C'mon, puppy. I wanna hear y'say it." 
Though it was far from the filthiest thing she's said for him or he's said to her, she still felt her skin warm and throat bob as she followed his instruction. 
"I want you to fuck me, Harry." 
His eyes fell to her lips, watching her mouth form the words and her breathless voice carry them out. There was a note of pride in his gaze as he took in her obedience. 
"I can do that for you, petal." 
Ducking his head down, he smeared his lips against hers, tongue slipping inside her mouth and sampling a taste of her own. (Y/N) raked her fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp as she leant into every bit of affection he offered. She locked her thighs around his hips, every sweep of his tongue causing a pulse of the muscles. 
Wordlessly, he slipped his arms around her cradling her to him just before he rolled them over in the tufts of their bedding. In a breath, without having separated from their kiss, he had placed himself underneath her form. (Y/N) sat in his lap, knees bracketing his hips with Harry's legs bent at the knee behind her to keep her steady in her place. Once she caught up with her body, she startled, instinctively reaching to place her palms on his shoulders as she drew away from his mouth with her kiss-swollen lips in a gape. 
Harry's pupils were blown wide as he looked up at her, his bottom lip fit snugly between his teeth. "Haven't had you on top in a while, huh, puppy?" 
Despite talking as if he expected an answer from her, Harry rocked his hips underneath hers, effectively robbing any chance of speech. (Y/N) could only shake her head—it really had been a while since she'd been the one above. 
Pleased with her eager breathlessness, Harry dropped his hand to fit the curve of her waist, a slight flex of his fingers pushing dents into the soft skin. "Show me how you're going to ride me, petal. I want to see you to work for my cock." 
He spoke with no reservations, commanding with all the affection in the world embedded in his tone. There was no way she could say no to that. She wanted to give him everything just as much as he did for her.
Digging her fingertips into the broad of his shoulders, she steadied herself with her knees on either side of him. His legs behind her were the easiest way to keep herself steady as she started rocking herself on his lap, using his thighs to lean against with every roll of her hips.. The bulge of his cock pressed headily against her core with each brush, her stomach tightening along with her breathless lungs. 
"Y'can do better than that, darling," he taunted, his voice playfully mocking, "I know you don't expect me to be gentle today, right? Not after y'made me chase you around just to get you all pretty in my lap. Gonna take more than this to get my cock in you." 
Taking advantage of his grip on her waist, Harry took over, bouncing her on his lap as if to show what he was looking for from her. The rhythm of her grinding was dismissed as he pumped her over his cock, his thighs spreading at her back as her ass dropped into his lap over and over, his cock pressing directly against her clit through the fabric of her pants. Small moans managed to escape from (Y/N)'s throat even with the squeeze of her lungs. 
"This is better, right, puppy?" 
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she breathed, her eyes fluttering to a close. It was better than her grinding, but nowhere near as satisfying as stuffing his cock inside. "More, pl-please." 
His lips curled her words. "Y'think you're ready to do this on m'cock? Even if I don't help you?" 
The nod of her head was automatic, no extra thought given to whatever parameters he gave her. She could make anything work as long as she got out of her clothes and had her pussy full of him.
Harry stopped bouncing her then, his hands stilling as he kept her from moving herself. (Y/N) wanted to whine, to complain that he had stopped her just as he shushed her with a kiss, leaning up to meet her lips. 
"Do not pout, puppy. Can't fuck y'through my clothes, can I? At least not the way y'like." 
With that, (Y/N) didn't hesitate to climb off his lap and rid herself of her clothes. Her sweater and pants became a messy pile on the floor with her panties soon following. She heard a soft laugh sound from behind her when she flung her bra onto the floor in her haste. Despite the chill glancing over her skin, (Y/N) didn't wait before crawling back into Harry's just-as-cold embrace. 
He welcomed her back into his lap readily, his cock hard between his thighs. She felt her own core tighten at the sight of his blocked muscles, the creamy pallor of his skin making his tattoos look that much darker. His gaze was its own aphrodisiac as he pinned his eyes to her form kneeling over his lap, drinking her in just as much as she did him. 
"So gorgeous, darling," he told her, his voice a gentle coo compared to the hard lines of his body, "If I could dream at all, it would be of you. You know that, right?" 
"I dream of you, every night," she told him sweetly as if she wasn't inches above his hardened cock, her center slick and waiting for him. 
"Good dreams?" he asked, just as he always did with a dimpled smile on his lips. 
"The best," she declared, fitting her hands on his shoulders with her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. 
"Give me a kiss, puppy," he crooned, tipping his chin just right to give her access to his lips. 
Pressing her mouth to his, Harry took the lead with his hands cupping the full of her hips. He welcomed the warmth of her kiss, swiping his tongue over hers with the slick parting sounds of their lips filling the quiet bedroom. 
"Ready to take me, puppy?" Harry breathed against her lips, unwilling to pull too far away. 
"Please," was (Y/N)'s cooed response before melding her lips to his once more. 
Using his hold on her hips, Harry eased (Y/N) onto his cock. He fit the tip inside her wet center, swallowing the gasp she let out against his mouth. Her hands on his shoulders were tight as he helped her sink down his length. Her toes curled on either side of his form, her thighs clenching the further inside he pushed. Harry took his time, leaving (Y/N) to feel every inch of him with every spread of her walls to let him in. 
Once he bottomed out, the trimmed thatch of hair at his base pressing to her clit and his balls patting her ass, (Y/N) felt her insides pulse around him, her stomach tight in her middle. Harry's hands on her sides tightened, denting the soft flesh with his fingertips. 
"Feel good, puppy?" he murmured with a strain, pausing as he let her adjust to him, "Full?" 
"Uh-huh," she mindlessly answered, swearing she could feel him jump against her walls, "So full." 
A moan bubbled up from his chest, low and rumbling. He trailed his lips from her mouth to the soft apple of her cheek, basking in her warmth as he reflected it back. His lips were a cool point of clarity against her skin, his nose skimming the height of her cheekbone. He planted his line of kisses until he landed at the space just before her ear. 
"Ready for me to fuck you, puppy? Jus' like I promised?" he murmured into her ear, gently shifting his hips under hers as if to remind her he was still there. 
The only response he seemed to need was the soft coo of his name that fell from her mouth, soft and wanting. As if there were any world that existed where she denied his offer. 
Harry began to bounce her on his lap, his hands tight on her hips as her mouth dropped into a wordless gape. The thrusts he helped her make were short and shallow, lifting her only halfway off his cock before she was slammed down once more, her clit nudging his base with his tip hitting far walls she decided only existed for him. Her breathing came out in soft huffs every time her hips settled against his in soft slaps. 
He attempted to smatter more kisses against her cheek, but was stopped short in his own pleasure. She could feel the soft gape of his lips against her skin, the length of his lashes grazing her cheek as he clamped them shut while falling into the feel of her. 
Despite his early threat of leaving her to do the work all by herself, she barely had to do anything more than take it as he rocked his hips to meet the thrusts he was curating with her in his lap. She could feel her breasts moving with every thrust, peaks hardened as she attempted to draw herself closer to his chest and feel more of his chilled skin against her. 
"Harry, I—" she choked out, her voice dying in her throat as she threw her head back after a particularly harsh thrust of his hips against hers. 
"I know, petal, I know," he murmured, gaining some of his composure as he dropped his mouth to her throat. It was there that he could feel the thrum of her pulse, just under the soft skin he was accustomed to sinking his teeth into and leaving bruised and delicate in his wake. "I've got you, puppy. Gonna make me cum, you know that?" 
Her thighs clenched at the thought of him cumming inside her, feeling that warmth leak through her system. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, drawing him that much closer to her. 
"You want that? Want me to cum inside you? Make you mine again?" 
He asked these things as if she could answer—as if she had half the mind to say anything other than a pathetic moan or a clench of her hands over his body. Of course she wanted that; of course she wanted to feel him cum inside her and stake his claim. She wanted anything he was willing to give. 
"Tell me, puppy," Harry commanded, his gentle tone forgone for the moment as his grip on her hips harshened, "Not gonna let you cum with me if y'don't talk to me." 
"I want that, I want that," she rushed out, unwilling to test his threat, "Want you to cum in me, H. Please." 
"Good girl, pup. Always doing what I say, " he murmured, quietly praising her as if she couldn't hear him. "So, so, so good. Gonna make me cum so hard—shit." 
One of his hands slipped from her hip, fitting between their bodies before he pressed his fingers to the bud of her clit. The first touch of his cold fingertips took her breath, stunting her lungs with her mouth dropping open in a soundless moan. Harry continued his relentless thrusting, the rhythm deep and consistent, adding to the twisting feeling of her clit being circled. Despite Harry being the one that had wanted this, dragging her to their bedroom in the first place, she doubted he would be the first to finish under these circumstances.
Tracing one of her hands up from the shelf of his shoulder, she laced her fingers through the curls on her back of his head. It took all her attention to keep herself from growing distracted once she curled her fingers through the waves in a firm grip. Tipping her head to the side, she urged him to the soft skin of her throat. 
"H-Harry, please," she begged, hoping he would understand what she wanted without having to waste the time to spell it out. 
A heavy moan fell from his lips when he saw what she was directing him towards. His cock jumped in her pussy, his tip pressing headily against the ridges of her walls, his hips directing a particularly harsh thrust against hers, splitting her open that much more.
"Y'want me to bite you, darling? Fuck, you're so sexy, puppy." 
She didn't need to do anything more than pathetically breathe out a small uh-huh before she felt that faint scratch of his teeth over the delicate skin. A shudder traveled down her spine, the rhythm of Harry's thrusting not even skipping a beat. 
"Hold onto me, puppy," Harry murmured just a breath before she felt the slice of his teeth sinking into her skin. 
For the first time since pushing inside her, the rocking of his hips stuttered in their curated pace. Bottomed out, he rolled his hips into her with her clit still being prodded by his fingertips. The initial sting of his teeth lasted barely a heartbeat for (Y/N) before she was flooded with the euphoria Harry was already experiencing. Whatever it was that made his bite so dizzying was doing its job by melting her into his hold, turning her completely pliant and ready to be any and everything he wanted. The soft press of his lips around the bite was the cut of clarity she needed in that moment, otherwise she would have been lost in the sound of his low moan and the all encompassing hold he had on her. 
(Y/N)'s head was elsewhere, focusing only on him as she felt her stomach tighten with every pull of blood he took from her. Unsure of where the strength came from, she managed to whimper in a breathless voice, "I'm-I'm gonna cum, Harry." 
His response came in the form of a rumbling groan, his remaining hand on her hip snaking around to curl around her middle. She could feel the strength of his touch, complimented by a harsh thrust against her swollen pussy. His touch on her clit quickened, making her cry out once more in a shapeless moan. 
It was all too much, bringing a layer of tears to her closed eyes just before everything came to a head. The twist in her stomach tightened until it unraveled into a shredded ribbon. Her walls pulsed around his cock, her wetness gushing around him with slick noises sounding from where he sunk into her. When those first waves hit, her nails digging into his shoulder with her head thrown back, she felt Harry unlatch from her neck just as his own high hit. 
"Oh—fuck—puppy," he groaned, his movements lagging as soon as she felt the first wave of his cum hit inside her.
He dropped his forehead to rest on the shelf of her collarbone, his hips rocking against hers as best as he could manage the more he sunk into the pleasure of her taste in his mouth and her pussy around his cock. Her walls shuddered around him, her thighs closing in on his hips as her body clung to him. Every rope warmed her compared to his icy touch, prolonging her pleasure that much longer until she could feel him slowing down.
Coming down to earth in slow beats, Harry wrapped his arms around her, leaving (Y/N) to melt into his hold. Her eyes were shuttered closed, her heart beating hard against her ribcage. Looping her own arms around his neck, she buried her face in the mussed curls on the top of his head. Her breathing came in pants as the world reluctantly came into focus around her. 
Harry seemed to recover first, stirring in her arms until he was pressing his lips against her collarbones and dragging them across her décolletage. He painted a delicate trail, never fully lifting his mouth from her skin as he moved up towards her throat. Pausing over the spot he had bitten from, he swiping his tongue carefully over the small wound he'd made, taking care to clean up the small mess he'd left behind and sealing her bite before he made his way towards her jaw. He skimmed over the soft line, his nose glancing off her skin just as carefully. Tipping her head up, (Y/N) met him halfway, tenderly placing her lips against his. 
He was always terribly careful when kissing her after having bitten from her, never wanting to give her a taste of anything too human on his tongue. He allowed only a small press before he was pulling away and puckering against the corner of her mouth to the apple of her cheek and the tip of her nose. 
"Are y'alright, petal?" he murmured against her skin, shuffling until he was laying flat on his back with her atop him. The shifting had his softening cock brushing against her sensitive walls, a small shudder skating down the knobs of her spine. 
"I'm okay," she breathed, blinking her eyes open to see his own still shuttered—and they would stay that way until he was certain there was no more bloody red sclera for her to see. "Are you?"
His features softened into a warm smile, matching the slight flush that had been freshly added to his cheeks. "I am more than well, darling. Thank you for asking." 
A plume of laughter fell from her lips as she settled against him. She knew she should probably get up and dress in something warm enough to cuddle with him, clean herself up before completely relaxing, but she couldn't find the motivation to move off of him. He was far too comfortable, his hold too rewarding to give up in favor of putting on a shirt before she was shivering in his hold.
Harry seemed to have other ideas as he shifted under her. "Let's clean you up, petal. Then, I can put you to sleep while I make dinner, yes?" 
"No," she countered with a whine, clinging to him before he could move them from the haven of their bed, "Not yet."
She felt his laugh more than she heard it from where she laid against his chest. He tightened his hold around her as he dropped a smiling kiss to the crown of her head. "Not even if I come with you?" he bribed, hoping to coax her with the soft inflection on his voice and careful touch as he tightened his hold around her, "We can even nap afterwards, if you'd like. You'll feel better after changing, my love."
"You'll go with me?" she repeated, her voice decidedly smaller as she spoke against his skin. It didn't sound so bad if he cleaned up with her (that usually meant he did all the work anyway, picking out her clothes and washing her hair without her lifting a finger).
"Mhm," he hummed, collecting her against his chest as he started to shift on the mattress, moving stand with her still clinging to his form. "Can't leave my petal all alone after a game like that, can I?" 
(Y/N) could only shake her head, playing along with him as he carried her into the bathroom. 
She definitely liked his games a lot more than her own. 
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first vamp h blurb in a while esp a fun one so I hope everyone likes it! thank u sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and if yu have any ideas you wnat too share please send them in!
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shankschewtoy · 7 months
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had this random thought and thought I'd request. what if a random kid just comes over and confesses their love for you (a fully grown adult.) and the one piece men are just standing there like 'wtf is this kid on'
a/n - OML 💀💀💀 I’m laughing so hard right now 😭 anon this idea is hilarious how do you guys think of such funny stuff
Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, it’s a random kid not kidd himself- just wanted to clarify that bec i thought it was kidd, major crack
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- If it wasn’t already apparent, Luffy has made it quite clear that he loves you VERY much
- let’s say you’ve been on this island for maybe about a month, and you love it there! The weather’s nice and cool, there’s a nice ocean breeze, and the sun is always out but not too strong
- you were sitting down on a bench with nami and robin, waiting for Sanji and Luffy to come back from their shopping spree
- suddenly, a kid appeared in front of you, holding a bouquet of flowers and a little hand made present
- “Um-! You’re super cool and pretty/handsome! And- I love you! Please take this gift and these roses!”
- the shock that just froze the three of you
- robin raised an eyebrow while nami burst out laughing, unable to breathe
- “BAHAHAHAHSUBDIDBD- YOU’RE LIKE 22 AND THIS IS A LITTLE ASS KID-“
- “Nami! Be nice! Um… Thanks kid- I like the flowers. But like Nami said- I’m a lot… Older than you.”
- The kid looked like they were about to start sobbing, so you quickly took the flowers and present to make the kid happy
- the present was a little origami heart and a butterfly, it was actually quite adorable
- All of the sudden, Luffy fucking tackled the poor child, flying across the sidewalk
- “Y/N’S MINEEEEEEEEEE!!”
- bro was hissing and growling like a feral monkey at the poor kid wtf 💀
- Sanji had to rip Luffy off the poor child and this grown man was throwing a fit, yelling at this kid
- “Y/N’S MINE! I LOVE THEM!” -luffy
- “I LOVE THEM TOO!” -kid
- “I LOVE THEM MORE!” -luffy
- “NO I DO!” -kid
- this argument continued for about 20 minutes. 20 minutes
- you had to drag Luffy and I mean DRAGGG him back to the sunny while he kept yelling at the kid about how he loved you more
- “Hmph! I bet i could take him in a fight!” -luffy (please keep in mind that this child is like 6)
- “Yeah ok luffy, don’t beat up a child.”
- “I’m a pirate! I’m already a criminal! HEY KID! GET OVER HERE IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS!” *feral screeching*
- “LUFFY NO-!”
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- (rewatched marineford, I promise and swear I did not cry)
- ace is a bit more mature (not a lot) but he’s more mature than Luffy
- it was such a nice day! You and ace were hanging out on an island as a tiny vacation for the crew
- the crew got some ice cream, went shopping, and stocked up on food for the day
- ace, being the gentleman he is, carried all the bags for you, and even bought you THREE scoops of ice cream (y/n pls give me some this weather is ridiculous💀)
- ace was telling you about a story when he was younger, it was mainly about how Luffy was really stupid and loved to eat random mushrooms from the forest
- “He was SO dumb- it was really bad. He hallucinated for like- 2 days, and almost ate Dadan.”
- “HE ALMOST ATE HER?”
- “HIS TEETH WERE AROUND HER ENTIRE ARM.”
- bro Luffy is wild
- all of the sudden, something tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around, not seeing anybody behind you
- “Um.. Excuse me?”
- The voice was coming from below, and it sounded like a kid’s voice! As you looked down, you saw this cute little child with brown hair and green eyes, their cheeks were bright pink, and they were holding something behind their back
- “Uh hi there! Did you need something from me?”
- “Um… I- I wanted to give these to you.. I picked them myself.”
- this kid was adorable, they were handing you a hand picked bouquet of flowers!! How adorable is that?! You smiled and pat the kid’s head softly, thanking him for the flowers
- ace had a big grin on his face, he found this kid absolutely adorable too
- “Uh- I think you’re super pretty/handsome! And- I think I really love you!”
- now this is where you both froze and stared at the kid with wide eyes, what did this child just tell you?..
- “I’m sorry what?” -you
- “I love you.” -kid
- “What?” -you
- this poor kid was about to cry, this was his first rejection after all 😭 and you could tell if this kid started crying, holy shit this kid’s going to SCREAM
- “Ok- sorry! I was just confused for a sec.. Are you sure you mean me? Not that little kid over there with the pig tails?”
- this kid was determined, shaking their head as they took your hands in theirs
- Ace was struggling, struggling not to just start cackling, the only thing keeping him from laughing was you pinching his arm
- “Ace don’t even think about laughing.”
- “I’m sorry- *wheeze* this is hilarious.”
- Ace’s face was turning red, bro looked like he was choking on food. But you really didn’t know what to say to this kid- I mean- you’re an adult and this is a literal child. Secondly- ace was your boyfriend already
- “Hey kid, how about I buy you some ice cream and we can talk about y/n together eh?” -ace
- The kid smiled and took Ace’s hand. How cute, your boyfriend was talking to this little kid about all the great aspects of you
- You heard about 1009 compliments today, and it warmed your heart 💜💜
- ace is awesome, 100% husband material
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- doesn’t matter if it’s a child, girl, or animal, he’ll cut them up into pieces if they hurt you or his friends
- but outside of his tough demeanor, zoro was actually pretty loving, especially when the sunny was docked on an island and it was just a day to hang out
- he liked taking naps on you, literally anywhere (he sleeps the best on your ass 💀💀)
- today was not a nap day sadly, but as long as he was with you, today would be a great day
- you had dragged him along to stock up on cola and things for the ship, the whole crew was hanging out on this summery island too
- you weren’t sure why you hadn’t invested some berries into getting a leash for your boyfriend because oh my god
- this bitch keeps getting lost
- you could be looking at some cute shoes for two seconds. TWO SECONDS. And this man disappears, and he somehow ends up on the island next to the one you were on 💀💀
- but anyways, you were now holding him by his collar, keeping this dumbass marimo from running off 👍
- “Y/n are we almost done? I’m kinda tired.”
- “In a second.”
- “you’ve been saying that the past hour.”
- zoro’s feet are about to die
- all of the sudden, a kid tapped your shoulder, looking up at you with wide eyes
- “Oh hello! Did you need something?”
- “Um… I have some flowers for you!”
- The kid handed you a nice bouquet of red, white, and pink roses that were all tied together with a lovely ribbon
- Aw- this little kid was so cute! How nice of them to give you some flowers, right?
- “I- I think I really like you!”
- *pause*
- Maybe this wasn’t so nice 😭
- “Sorry what?” -you
- “I like you!”
- “But- you’re a kid!”
- this kid started sobbing, clinging onto your waist like a baby, crying about how they thought you were so pretty/handsome
- “Hey! It’s ok! Can you let go??”
- zoro was getting pissed, he didn’t like it when kids whined and wailed about stuff, especially about you
- zoro pried the kid off, setting him down with a glare, “Get off y/n, they’re mine, get lost kid.”
- “Hey zoro be nicer! It’s just a kid.”
- “NO! I LOVE Y/N” -kid
- basically this is what happened
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- zoro and this literal child were pulling you back and forth, giving you severe whiplash 💀
- “Omg Robin come over here this is hilarious!!” -nami
- “NAMI PLS HELP ME.” -you
- “I think you’re fine y/n! Just wait until robin gets here!!” -nami
- wow what help you are nami 😭😭
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a/n - Luffy hisses at people and growls 💀
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kaziwi · 7 months
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Heyyy, congratulations for the 100 followers 😍😍
I would like to ask for number 8 with Zoro, if that's okay. Thank you!!
Ugh i love Zoro sm, I hope you enjoy!!!
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"I'll just stay behind."
Character(s): Zoro
WC: 727
CW: Sick fic, Zoro being a sweetie
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It was cold....but also hot.....you wished your body would make up its mind already. Of course you were the first one on the ship to get the common Grandline Flu this year. But in all honestly you didn't mind being sick, the only issue was your crewmates avoiding you like the plague. Sickness spread easily on the ship, so no one wanted to take any chances. The only one who ever spent long periods of time with you in the infirmary was Chopper, who kept his distance and wore a mask to avoid getting sick. Other than him and Sanji dropping off your meals, you really didn't have any other company.
You didn't blame them, I mean you would do the same in their position, but thinking that didn't make you feel any better. Chopper said they all missed you dearly, but you wished you could hear it from then.
The Sunny had docked at an island earlier that morning, and now it was time for everyone to split up and stock up on supplies. The only issue was who was going to stay with you. Chopper had to run out and grab a few herbs only he could identify, so someone else would have to stay. Luckily for you, they were discussing this right in front of the thin infirmary door, so you could hear everything.
"I wish I could stay with Y/N swan, but I have to restock on food," Sanji said, dramatic sadness in his voice.
"Well I don't want to stay here!! I really don't want to get sick," Usopp pleaded.
"I thought the great captain Usopp didn't get sick?" Nami snickered at him as he rambled on to defend himself.
"I need to get cola so I can start some SUPERR repairs on the Sunny!!"
Everyone fought over who would stay, making you feel kinda sad. They really didn't want to stay with you?? Maybe you were a bit of a burden. Just before you could continue your negative thoughts, a voice caught your eye.
"I'll just stay behind."
The commotion stopped and you assumed everyone turned and stared at Zoro, but the shock didn't last long.
"Thanks Zoro-bro!"
"Yeah, thanks Zoro!!"
"Zoro!! Let me run you through what Y/N needs!!"
You couldn't help but laugh at Chopper's explanations, knowing Zoro wouldn't remember any of it. Slowly the commotion died down, and after a little Zoro entered your room.
"I'm assuming everyone else left?" You asked, not wanting to let him know you heard everything.
"Yeah, they won't be long, just restocking," Zoro said as he took Chopper's doctor chair and rolled it towards the side of the bed, sitting next to you. You then noticed that he wasn't wearing a mask, nor was he afraid to get close to you.
"Why aren't you wearing a mask? Aren't you afraid of catching what I have?"
"Eh, not really. I mean its a small ship, we're all gonna catch it eventually, so might as well catch it early."
You chuckled a little at his response...but you wondered why he of all people chose to stay behind...
"So...why did you stay behind? I mean, I'm assuming everyone else didn't want to cause they don't want to catch it...but why did you?" You asked after a bit of silence. He looked off to the side, and as he cleared his throat you swore you saw his cheeks turn red.
"Well...uh.." Zoro fumbled with his words a bit, which he never did, EVER, "I just didn't want you to be lonely...I know how annoying it can be stuck in the infirmary, and especially being sick and if someone else stayed they would keep their distance. And like I said I don't really care about getting sick so I didn't think there was any harm in staying."
It was cute, watching him ramble on, trying to give you a convincing explanation on while he volunteered to stay.
"Well thank you," you said, cutting him off, "It was a very nice gesture."
He almost looked like a tomato, his face turning red. You both talked for hours until everyone else came back. You were better in a few days, but that same day Zoro started showing symptoms. While everyone else again avoided Zoro, you stayed by his side, making sure his kindness was repaid.
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stuckinthesun · 6 months
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“You got a little something…” Sanji x Fem!Reader
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Kinktober — Week One: Food play (whipped cream), semi-public sex, against a wall, desperate
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When you guys docked The Sunny at the nearest Island, your guy’s plan had been the usual one: split up, stock up, load up, move on. But when the crew got to the main village of the small island to see the townspeople in the midst of setting up for a large Halloween party, the plans instantly changed.
Luffy was more than happy to invite himself and his crew to this village's festivities and, of course, put his friends to work to make up for their intrusion. You and Sanji were obviously put on food and drink, getting no complaints from your boyfriend as he was already talking to the local chef about tonight's menu.
You smile at the blonde fondly and follow after him, ready to be his sue chef.
Hours later, the town was a beautiful sight. Pumpkins, both carved and plain, decorated the steps of the buildings; orange lights glittered in the trees, and all kinds of spooky Halloween decorations were set up on the main street, making the local kids laugh.
It was nice, and the townspeople were so lively and festive. You couldn’t wait to go out there and enjoy it after finishing your job serving food to everyone.
“Darling, please, I can handle this myself,” Sanji complained again as he came towards you with another stack of delicious food to be passed out, “grab some food for yourself and enjoy the party.”
You smiled at him, taking the tray of food from him and handing him your empty one, “Now, how am I supposed to enjoy the party without my date, hmm?”
Sanji’s cheeks flush bright red, making you giggle.
“Sorry, baby! I’m almost done, I promise! I’ll be out to enjoy the party with you soon, don’t you worry!” Your boyfriend shouted much too loudly as he started running back to the kitchen, bumping into people as he went. You just smiled at him and nodded before turning around and batting away the rubber hand that tried to steal another helping of food.
After you finish serving the last of the food, you don’t get to see Sanji again for twenty minutes as he helped the local chef clean up. As you waited for your boyfriend to join you for the night, you got yourself a drink, finally allowing yourself to unwind.
“I’m here!” You hear a familiar voice call out, and you smile as you turn to see Sanji jogging up to you, “I’m here, my sweet!”
“Never doubted you,” You chuckled, giving him a kiss when he finally made it to you.
“And as an apology for making you wait,” Sanji beamed a cheeky smirk at you as he held out a plate. You looked down and saw a delicious-looking dessert with what looked like freshly whipped cream, making your eyes widen.
“Did you seriously make all of this? Is that a short amount of time?” You ask, taking the plate from him.
“What, you doubt my skills?”
“Of course not.” You roll your eyes with a smile and take a bite of the dessert.
Instantly your eyes close and an involuntary moan escape’s your lips at the sweet taste. Sanji’s cooking is always flawless, but his baking is almost just as good.
“Gods this is amazing,” You mumble, looking up at your boyfriend to see him staring at you with wide eyes and red cheeks.
“I’m glad.” He said quietly, voice sounding like it was caught in his throat.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you-“
“Have another bite.” Sanji quickly cut you off, almost demanding, as he nodded his head towards your dessert.
You narrowed your eyes and slowly took another bite. This time when you bit into your treat, a smear of whipped cream got on your cheek.
You sighed, ready to ask your boyfriend to grab you a napkin, when he reached up, cupped your chin, and pressed his thumb against your skin. Slowly, Sanji began to smear the cream along your lips before sliding his thumb between them, forcing the whipped cream inside.
Eyes widening, your grip on the dessert plate tightened as you stood there shocked. You instinctually began to suck on the digit in your mouth, feeling heat pool between your legs as you watched Sanji’s eyes stay fixated on your lips wrapped around his thumb, almost like he was in a trance.
Sanji’s gaze seemed to grow hungrier as he started sliding his thumb from your mouth, the whipped cream now licked clean, and pulling your bottom lip down along with it.
Finally his eyes met yours again.
“Do you mind if I keep you from the party just a little longer, Doll?” Sanji muttered, and you shook your head immediately.
Without another word, Sanji grabbed you by the hand and began pulling you between buildings, trying to get as far from the party as possible. You scramble to set your dessert down on a nearby table as you’re dragged away, knowing for sure that Luffy will find it before you return.
Anticipation tingled your skin and you quickly followed behind him. You had honestly never seen your boyfriend like that before, and it heated your core to see the pure want in his eyes.
The moment Sanji deems the two of you far enough away, he has you pressed up against a wall in a desperate kiss.
You sigh into the kiss, reaching up to grip him by his dress shirt and pull him closer. Sanji pushed himself flush against you, rolling his hips against yours, letting you feel just how hard he already is.
You pull back from the kiss, “Fuck Sanji, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“Dunno,” The blond mumbles, leaning down to kiss along your neck making you moan, “Just need you.”
With a nod you slid your hands down his torso, unbuttoning his dress pants and untucking his dress shirt. Sanji’s hands trailed along your thighs and up your skirt to grip your panties, yanking them down in one fluid motion.
“Fuck~” You hiss when the cool air hits your warm center, making you want to close your legs and rub your thighs together.
You don’t even get the chance as you’re suddenly picked up, legs wrapping around Sanji’s waist as he suddenly buries himself inside of you.
“O-oh gods! Sa-Sanji!” You cry out, tears flooding your eyes at the sudden intrusion.
“Couldn’t wait anymore, Princess.” Is Sanji’s response, his voice sounding deeper than usual, “I’m sorry I promise to make you feel so good.”
“Please,” You whimper, holding onto your boyfriend for dear life. His long cock fills you so well, just kissing your cervix and driving you nuts.
You want him to move.
“Fuck.” Sanji groans and gives you just what you need.
He starts thrusting up into you hard and fast, his powerful leg’s useful for more than just fighting. Both of you moan loudly and cling onto each other tighter. Sanji’s face is tucked against your neck, dragging open mouth against your skin while you grip fistfuls of his hair.
It’s all so much; you can still hear the music from the party, see the orange light’s glittering in Sanji’s hair, watch your breath in the cool October night air.
You can feel how his cock hits your sweet spot just right, every time. Causing shivers to go down your spine and loud moans to pass your lips.
Heat builds in your abdomen until you can’t hold it anymore, “Sanji I’m gonna-“
“Me too, love,” Sanji grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy in a telltale sign of his own orgasm, “Fuck, baby, me too. Cum for me, don’t be shy.”
“Sanji!” You cry out, cumming hard with only his cock inside of you.
The feeling of you cumming around him pulled Sanji off the edge right along with you, making him spill inside of you.
The two of you just stayed like that for a minute, panting against the wall, trying to catch your breath.
After a little bit, Sanji pulled away and looked at you sheepishly, “Sorry about all… that.”
You blink at him before smirking slowly, “I don’t know, I kinda like it. Maybe I should’ve brought the dessert and let you lick some of the whipped cream off of me.”
You felt his now soft dick inside of you twitch and slowly begin to harden again.
You look at him.
Sanji looks at you.
You’ll definitely have to remember this.
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Let’s pretend I didn’t get really sick and actually was able to post this on week one AND that the ending isn’t rushed okay
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luvrsux · 7 months
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“Bubble Bath”
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word count: 3k
cw: nsfw!! bath sex, creampie, clinginess, riding
a/n: i don’t plan on making much luffy x readers because i have a strong headcanon that aroace, sorry :(( </3 i just thought of this because luffy is touchy and somewhat clingy so :p a comment told me it was SEA water that makes luffy weak so yeah :3 ENJOY ILY ALL
afab!reader x monkey d luffy
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“I see an island up ahead!”
The long nosed, afro haired boy said from up top with binoculars cupping his eyes. Everyone relaxing on the infamous Thousand Sunny began to abruptly scurry to the front deck to view the piece of land gradually increasing size.
“Alright! We’ll stock up on supplies. I’m not sure how long the log pose will shift, hopefully nothing long”
The orange haired navigator instructed, who received a bundle of loving compliments by the chef. Everyone went back to their own business, excluding the you and the captain.
The captain just stayed on top of Sunny enjoying the breeze of the sea, like he usually does. Hearing there was an island up ahead, as well as seeing it first hand, had his nerves rocket in the air of excitement. The sound of his sandals making contact with the ships mascot could be heard as he stood up straight. He spun his head left and right, like he was on the search for something. He groaned upon seeing nothing he was looking for.
“What’s up now, Luffy?” Usopp says, hopping down from the lookout up top. He placed his hands on his hips as he saw Luffy sluggishly and dramatically plopped on the floor.
“Where’s (F/N)?” He extended his words like a child, which was nothing new. Usopp exhaled, growing tired of his constant childish behavior over you.
Meanwhile, you were scribbling into a book about a previous island you docked at. You became the Strawhats Journalist not long ago, so you’d document each and every important thing that you discovered on each island. The previous island you had stayed at lasted a long while and was filled with things you’ve never seen before. That was the pure magic of being a pirate in the Grand Line. No one disturbed you, except Sanji who’d occasionally give you a loving drink or snack.
You’d been in a rather intimate relationship with the Strawhats Captain for a little while now, and people were growing tired of Luffy’s clinginess. He’d often wrap his rubber arms around your body and spew out that iconic giggle into your ear. You appreciated his love for you, but it’d sometimes get in the way of your work as a journalist.
“(F/N), your boyfriend won’t shut up about you” Usopp bursted through the door. The snap of it made your body flinch, causing a minor hiccup in your work. You grumbled at the messed up ink in your sketch.
“Yeah, got it” You huffed, not really worrying about Luffy’s attachment and more about your work. If you hadn’t poured this down on this paper, you were bound to forget.
“We’re also about to dock at an island in about an hour or so” Usopp continued. You placed your pen down and finally looked at him.
“Already? I’m not even done journaling about the previous island” You sighed, knowing all your time was consumed by giving your dumbfounded boyfriend attention.
“I’d blame Luffy” You sighed in defeat at Usopp’s correct words. You hated every moment of doing it, but you rushed to write and sketch the last few pieces of data before you went adventuring on the newfound island.
“(F/NNNNNNN)! C’mon!” Luffy wrapped his gum-gum arms around your own while you were ready to leave the ship. You tried breaking free of his locked-on grasp but no avail.
“Luffy, I need to buy some things and write some things down. I’m kind of behind” You lecture. Luffy just responded with a dramatically sad expression. Those puppy-dog eyes were always your ultimate weakness. You placed your soft lips on his forehead with a smile.
“I promise, when I’m done we can spend all the time you want” You cooed. Luffy practically had sparkles in his eyes when he detached his uncanny arms off of you. He jumped high in the air in excitement.
“Ya-hoo! I’ll see ya back on the ship!” He planted an eager kiss on your cheek before springing off the ship and collapsing onto a green haired swordsman. You heard Zoro grunt and shake a fist at the laughing rubber boy, which made you giggle.
You strolled alongside the ship’s archaeologists, Nico Robin, since you both shared similar ambitions. You made sure to go to the towns small shopping center where you could buy more ink and blank books. After your small shopping spree, which was vastly different from Nami’s, you sat on a cliff secluded by trees to finish your journaling.
The view wasn’t far from where the Sunny was docked, so you’d be able to see your fellow crew members approach the ship for regrouping. Your stomach laid on the rather soft, prickly grass and you fluently grazed the tip of your pen along the cream colored paper. The temperature of the island was more on the hotter side, and you were slowly regretting on wearing a longer sleeved shirt. The breeze helped the heat, though. You’d feel the air graze through your hair and scalp every few moments.
After about an hour or so, you finally wrote down everything you wanted to for the day. To your luck, a whiff of fresh barbecue filled your lungs. You immediately knew who’d be burning up on a grill at this hour and poked your head to the window of the cliff. You saw the blonde frying up skewers and other selections of meat right by the sunny.
Luffy was dancing around with the tiny reindeer doctor, and you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. Robin and Nami sat beautifully under an umbrella sharing a glass. Zoro was laying under a palm tree, snoring away into his deep slumber. Brook was filling your ears of elegant music like he’d usually do. Franky and Usopp were absent, which could mean they were doing their workshop duties right in the sunny beside the group.
You finally got up from your ground seat and stretched your tensed body. You felt lingering feeling on your knees and chest. Upon looking down, you were completely covered in grass and minor spots of dirt. You groaned, but this was entirely expected.
“I have to wash up before I eat”
You trotted your feet down the hill to make your way back to the sunny. You internally thanked yourself for not having Zoro’s awful sense of direction since the hill was a bit far from the group. While walking, you tried flicking off lingering strands of grass and flower petals, now only left in small patches of dirt around your clothes and body. The group immediately greeted you as soon as your feet landed on the sand they relaxed on.
“(F/N), my dear! Would you like your plate now?” Sanji said with practical hearts in his eyes. You immediately shook your head no.
“Not right now, Sanji. I need to wash up” You smiled. You could hear him sheepishly agree behind you, like the lover boy he was. As soon as you were ready to enter the Sunny, a scruffy, now shirtless, boy slid right in front of you in your tracks.
“Hey! You said we’d spend some time” He crossed his arms with a playful angry expression plastered on his face.
“We will, Luffy. But I’m covered in dirt, I need a bath, honey” You nervously giggled. He let out a loud groan that alerted the entire group. It only made you giggle. With a chaste kiss on his sad lips, you finally made your way back onto the ship.
Nothing but relief flooded your body as soon as you entered the bath house. You began flooding the massive bathtub with steaming water and poured in a tad of soap for fragrance. You saw the bubbles beginning to form above the surface of the warm water while you stripped your body naked.
You exhaled upon sinking your feet in first before slowly lowering your entire body into the body of warm, relaxing water. You rested your back against the wall of bath and shut your eyes. Your sense of tranquility was taking over your body by the sudden relaxation of the single bath tub. Your moment of relaxation was disturbed by sudden footsteps coming towards the bathhouses door.
“Hm?”
You hummed. The person didn’t have the curtsy to knock, but then again that was completely normal for the man himself. You shrieked, immediately placing a hand on your expose chest to censor it. Your body relaxed when you realized it was none other than your clingy boyfriend wanting attention.
“Luffy! I’m bathing right now” You scolded. He didn’t hesitate to throw off his shorts and jump into the water next to you, making a bit of a mess on the ground.
“I’m ya boyfriend right? I can do this” He smiled brightly, swimming his body up to yours. Your face was complete red from seeing his nude body for the first time. You then realized you were dating a boy with zero shame.
“Okay? But I’m in the middle of washing myself. I told you we can spend time when I’m finished” You scolded, jerking your body the opposite way. Luffy pouted and leaned his body closer to yours. His naked body so close to you made your face blush.
“That’s too long!”
His face was dangerously close to yours and he seemed completely oblivious to it. You still had your arm cover your exposed chest and your legs tightly closed together. He had a beaming smile.
“I really missed ya” He placed his hands on your hips to slide you onto his lap. You could feel his length graze against your slit and you hitched your breath. You grazed your hand on the pale, smooth skin that marked an ‘X’ on his toned chest.
“Luffy, I’m bathing though-“
“So? I can help”
He giggled, lathering the upper half of your body with the lingering soap. He started at your arms and back. You felt goosebumps from along your body by his touch on your bare body. Your arms didn’t disconnect from your chest. There was no point in objecting or pushing him away since Luffy was the most stubborn person you’ve ever met. You exhaled and let Luffy explore his needy hands around your bare body. You appreciated the kind efforts, though.
Luffy trailed his hands to your locked arms and trailed his midnight eyes up at your flustered expression. He had half lidded eyes that spoke to you. He wanted you to remove what’s covering what he wanted to touch.
“C’monnn… I need to finish” He tugged on your arms. You hesitated, but you eventually separated your arms to reveal your bare breasts. Luffy’s cheeks flared up and you could feel his member harden below you. You whimpered at the slight feeling of it.
He lathered the soap over your chest, but more slower than he did compared to the rest of your body. You let out a soft whimper that only he could hear. The sound only driven him more. He cupped both of them into his hands to throughly massage them. His movement made more simple, soft noises to come out your lips. Luffy didn’t stop. He had no intentions in helping you clean yourself anymore from the sudden distraction of your breasts.
You slithered a hand through his shaggy black hair. The feeling caused a rumble out of his chest. You gave it a slight tug, which was a single trigger for Luffy to trail his lips on your neck. He left marks upon marks on it, a new way to publicly display your relationship like he always does.
“L-Luffy…~”
You mewl out his name. At this point, his member was rock hard and eager to feel your walls wrap around him tightly for the first time. He growled, sexually frustrated by the immense teasing.
“I need ya, (F/N)…” His needy voice sent shivers down your spine. Those words made your arms wrap around his neck to elevate your body.
“You’re so needy, Luffy…”
You sunk a hand into the water to guide his member to your submerged entrance, that was still hot and ready for him. He shivered at your sudden touch and began quicken his breathing upon feeling your sleek entrance.
As soon as you felt the tip in your cave, you slowly sunk your body to succumb each inch inside of you. You heard Luffy hiss at the feeling of your walls wrap around his member. Arms wrapped around your waist once you took him whole. You were both heavily breathing.
“Ya feel sooooo good, baby” Luffy said with a devilish smile and those same half lidded eyes. You whimper, not expecting the long length but you remember he can stretch anything and everything on his rubber body.
He gripped your lower bottom and guided your body up and down on his shaft, receiving a pleasured exhale from the guy himself. You followed his rhythm at a decent speed before he stopped moving his hands for you. You bounced on his lap, his tip softly kissing your cervix.
The water in the tub began to create small waves of your momentum. Some began to slowly splash out of the tub itself, but two could care less. Your lungs began to fill in with the steam from the bath with every heavy inhale and exhale. You rested your forehead against your lovers, staring deep within his eyes while you lovingly made him feel good. His eyes were droopy and washed with lust.
Your pace was still slow. Luffy groaned and gripped your thighs tenderly. He cocked his head to the side to connect his lips on yours. The passionate, yet sloppy, kiss made your pace quicken and grow rougher. You heard Luffy release a shaky groan.
“Jus’ like that…” He breathed between your lips. You hummed at his words, understanding each word.
You kept a slow pace, nothing crazy for your first sexual experience with Luffy. You figured he was a simple guy that preferred simple pleasure, but his sexually frustrated demeanor said otherwise. He looked eager or antsy as his hands gripped and tugged on the fate of your thighs. You heard his chest rumble.
You felt Luffy buck his hips into you with force, sending a shockwave in your body when you felt his member crash against your cervix instead of the light kisses. You threw your head back and let out a hearty moan. Your reaction made Luffy only do the same movement more, hitting your sensitive spot with ease.
“Nnggaah~!!”
You bounced your body to reciprocate his force and increased your speed dramatically. Luffy’s eyes were hypnotized by the jumping motion of your breasts. He was stuck in a gaze, his brain completely going blank by your body. All he could do was recklessly groan and inconsistently breathe.
“Damn..~ I th- mmmph~ I think m’gonna cum soon” He breathed out. Your thrown back head pulled forward to rest in the crook of his neck. Your teeth sunk into the skin of his neck, muffling your moans. Luffy gritted his teeth in frustration.
Not even a few seconds in your new position, you felt a hand yank you by your damp hair and saw eyes staring deep into your soul.
“No, I wanna hear ya loud and clear”
He began to take control of your movement, forcefully and recklessly slamming inside of you. His change in force made the room full of your messy moans. You’d think the water would dull down his energy but the way he was forcefully plunging into you said otherwise. Luffy let go of your hair and had his hands completely occupied with slamming your body down onto him. A menacing smile grew on his face while he chuckled through his thirsty moans.
“L-Luffy~! M’gonna-!”
“Do it. C’mon, do it, yeah?”
Luffy growled before sloppily placing his lips against yours, ramming into you so you can feel the rush of your climax to its fullest potential. You dug your nails into his broad shoulders, sending chills down his body.
You grazed your nails down from his lower back to his upper back forcefully once you felt your juiced spew outside of you and mix with the water. Your lungs shrunk from your powerful moan, you’d thought you would lose your voice after.
“Oh, fuck~!!”
Luffy mercilessly pounded your insides in as you rode your high. He still had that same devious smile on his face while he witness your hard orgasm, done completely by him. He chuckled and cocked his head back. He let out a shaken whimper when he felt his fluids build up to pour out inside of you.
“I fuckin’ love ya, (F/N)~ Ooooh, I fuckin’ love ya” He pulled his head back and spoke right into your ear. Your body began to feel overstimulated by Luffy’s vast endurance. He giggled deviously at the drool spewing out the corner of your lips. Your brain was going just as blank as him from before.
“M’gonna cum! M’gonna fuckin’ cum!” Luffy growled.
With a few more pumps, Luffy dumped each and every last drop he had inside of him to soak your walls. That last slam birthed a loud groan from his chest and a powerful shriek from your mouth. Your volume was enough for the other Strawhats to faintly hear you, especially Franky and Usopp who were minding their business in the boat itself.
Luffy laughed like he usually does after he finished his own orgasm. He met his eyes with yours, now his energy completely drained. Suddenly, Luffy’s body grew completely limp and sluggish, as if his energy was completely sucked out of him.
“I forgot, water makes me feel funny…” He grumbled. The mixture of the fruits side effects and his orgasm only made him more exhausted than ever. You giggled.
Luffy hissed when you pulled your body off of his shaft, his fluids slowly swarming in the bath water. The water was far from clean now.
You lifted your body up, washing your sticky and soiled thighs with the water. You pulled, and struggled to, your limp boyfriend’s body out of the water before you threw a towel on his rubber body.
“C’mon, dry up. You wanna cuddle, don’t you?” You wrapped a fuzzy towel around your drenched body. You combed through your wet hair as you watched Luffy suddenly spring up with a smile.
“Yeah, yeah! I missed ya so much!” He wrapped the towel around his torso. You felt his lips smash against your cheek before he bounced out of the steaming bath house.
You giggled at his excitement. He was truly very two faced when it came to anything sexual. Your legs were twitching and shaking, slightly struggling to keep your complete balance. You found it hard to believe Luffy was the one to leave you in this state, even though you had just finished your session.
You drained the sin filled water down the drain to forever conceal the devious acts that occurred in that tub for the sake of everyone else’s sanity. You walked out of the bathhouse, preparing to spend the rest of the next several hours under Luffy’s tight embrace.
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mika-no-sekai-blog · 4 months
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Word count: 1400+
Warnings: mentions of blood, depression, description of wound
In books there's no mention of Tamlin being able to winnow, but for the sake of story, let's pretend he can, okay?😉
Part II
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You lived in a small cottage deep in the woods of Spring Court, far away from other fae. It wasn't like you hated them, they hated you. Most of the creatures living in this area avoided you, believing you had quite great powers and vicious nature, cursing anybody who crossed your way.
The rumours couldn't be further from the truth, but it didn't bother you what they said about you. You loved silence, enjoying every second of your lonely life in the heart of the nature.
You had several friends that used to stop by from time to time and brought you news, so you heard about everything that happened to your High Lord. You heard rumours about him going crazy, spending his days devastating his land in a form of horrific monster. You heard that fae ran away from this doomed Court. Last of your friends came to bid you farewell just few days ago trying to convince you to run away too. But why should you?
You lived alone, not caring about the outside world. You didn't care about what's happening out there, you didn't care about your High Lord nor the upcoming war. It had no meaning in your life. Feelings like hate, fear or love were just words with no particular meaning. And so the time passed slowly.
Fresh morning air brought smell of rain through the open window. Last night rained and the sound of raindrops on the roof of cottage lulled you to sleep. With bright smile you got up, changed and cleaned your room. Today it should be a nice sunny day. The intoxicating scent of flowers beckoned you out. Quickly you ran through your herb stocks and made a list of missing ones. You took small basket and went out to collect what you needed. Birds sang above your head as you bent down to tear off some chamomile flowers.
A roar thundered through the forest, making all birds fling away. You looked around with caution. Another roar shook the trees. And another. Now you knew where it was coming from. Quickly, but quietly you ran in that direction. It's in your nature to help to those who needed it. And this with no doubt sounded like somebody needed your help.
You ran up a hill ending in a cliff. And there down in a narrow valley on the other bank of small stream was lying the biggest beast you'd ever seen. Body of bear, head of wolf with antlers, his eyes were clenched in pain. On his side you could see deep wound, blood flowed in thin rivulets into the water. You didn't waste a second, climbed down and ran to its side. As you got closer, the beast opened its eyes and looked at you with a growl, showing off rows of sharp fangs. You halted and held up your hands.
"It's okay. You see? I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. Will you let me take a look?" you spoke to the beast in a soothing voice as you slowly step by step got closer. The beast growled again, but it put its head back on the ground. Green eyes never left yours, watching you with caution. Slowly you bent down. "Can I?" you gestured to the wound. It took few heartbeats, but the beast nodded slightly.
You knelt down between enormous paws, trying to ignore the dagger-like claws that could turn you into shreds of flesh in less than minute and examined the wound. It was so deep you could see its bones and even though it'd already begun to heal, it had to be treated. You bit down your lower lip. You needed to get the beast to your cottage, but it's too big and couldn't walk on its own in this state.
"It's quite deep. I need bandages and salve, but I don't have it all with me now. I'd need to go home. You are too big and heavy, so I can't take you with me.." you started to explain.
"Where?" a male's voice rasped.
"What?" you questioned, not sure if you really heard it.
The beast blinked. "Where?"the voice repeated with great effort. You lips parted in surprise.
"Well.. My cottage is about a kilometer to the north east from here."
"'Know the place," it breathed out. "Hold on to me."
You weren't so stupid to think, it's a real speaking beast. If nothing else, its eyes gave you enough hint. Of course, it's a high fae, a shape-shifter. And it seemed he could even winnow, so you did as he told you and took his paw with both of your hands. In a blink of an eye you were back in your cottage. Your head spun after the winnow, but you ignored it. Quickly you brought everything you could need and started to work on him. After few minutes the wound was bandaged and bleeding had stopped as well.
"I'm done," you announced. "It will take some time to completely heal. You can stay here until you will be able to move again." You wiped your hands clean while the beast just was laying, eyes narrowed, lost in his thoughts. He didn't seem to be in pain anymore. "Would you like something to drink?" you asked him gently, peeking on him.
His eyes concentrated on you once again, roaming around your face and then down your body. There was so much sadness in them. He just shook his head. "So I will let you take some rest," you nodded. "If you change your mind or it hurts you, tell me." The beast snorted and his eyes once again stared into the distance, returning to whatever he was thinking about before.
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Several days passed since you found the wounded beast and brought him to your cottage. He didn't want to eat nor drink and that made you worry. He didn't speak, answering you only with small nods, his gaze was unfocused. He just lay on the floor where he winnowed to, like a lifeless object, stuffed animal. Even his wound was closing slower than it should.
You believed that everything had its time. If he wanted to talk about what bothered him, he would already say something. It wasn't your place to stick your nose into other's troubles. But still you were worried about him. You even heard him cry in his sleep last night.
Every day you checked on his wound, applied the salve and wrapped it into clean bandages and today wasn't different. Before, you let him be after tending the wound, but not today. He needed help and you were more than ready to offer your help even though he didn't ask for it.
You made him tea and set the bowl in front of him. It would be easier if he turned back into his normal form, but it couldn't be helped. Maybe he was too weak to do so. You sat down next to him and in silence ran your fingers through the fur on his shoulder. He sighed and closed eyes. You didn't talk, just continued to stroke his shoulder. After few minutes he dipped his tongue in the bowl and drank a bit. His sad green eyes turned to you, watching you carefully.
"You don't have to do this," he rasped.
"I know," you answered gently. He huffed. His eyes roamed around the room as if it was the first time he noticed.
"For vicious witch, you live quite peacefully. Silently I'd say." Now it's time for you to huff.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear."
"Everyone runs from this doomed Court. Why don't you do so too? Aren't you scared of High Lord?" His voice sounded so empty, without any feelings.
"I don't care about what's happening out there," you answered evasively.
"Hmm," he hummed. "Did you hear about his fiancée and the best friend? They ran away from him too. He certainly must be a monster." He watched you out of the corner of his eye.
"Maybe," you shrugged. "I've never met him. I would prefer to make my own opinion on him."
"I see," he drank some more of the tea and then stayed silent. His eyes were again sad and unfocused and you didn't press him more. However you continued to caress his fur without thinking. Soon enough his eyes closed and he fell asleep.
He slept for the rest of the day. You checked on him before going to the bed, but he was still fast asleep curled up into a ball. That night he seemed to rest peacefully without any haunting dreams.
In the morning when you came down, he was gone.
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pandorasprongs · 9 months
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CHAPTER ONE | nothing good starts in a getaway car.
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PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 3.9k
SUMMARY: after attending the last richmond match of the season and being stranded in nelson road, reader has to hitch a ride with an old friend, jamie tartt.
WARNINGS: language
A/N: welcome to chapter one! the title of this makes it seem a little more dramatic than it actually is, but i just thought the lyric fit haha. hope you all enjoy!
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“Oh my God, I really can’t believe it. AFC Richmond might actually make it back into the fucking Premier League!” Liv exclaimed, and you playfully rolled your eyes while putting on your shoes. “And I can’t believe my awesome boyfriend got us tickets to the finals!”
“What better way to spend the eve of our anniversary, yeah?” Freddie pulled his girlfriend into a side hug before helping her put on her jacket.
You hold back from smirking at the couple. If only your best friend knew what was about to go down, you'd probably go deaf from all the additional squealing. Even now, she was way too excited about the game to even notice how shaky her boyfriend was acting and the small bump on the left side of his jacket.
You never really liked watching football anymore, let alone going to games, but after Freddie told you a month ago about his plan, you just had to be there for his proposal. Well, possible proposal. The whole thing hinged on Richmond being promoted, so he needed at least a draw to get down on one knee. Of course, if the team lost, the two of you had already planned a backup proposal for their dinner tomorrow — which was the whole reason Freddie asked for your help in the first place.
You were so excited for the two of them, but it wasn’t enough to stop the pit in your stomach from forming. While you hadn’t been following football as much as you used to, you knew at least that Jamie was back at Richmond. You’d sometimes see your co-workers watching their games and praising the guy for being such a great player. They never asked you about your own thoughts cause they just assumed you didn’t know anything about the game, given you never talked about it. And that was good enough for you. But this was for Liv, and you’d do anything for that girl.
As you exit onto the sidewalk, Liv leans in to whisper, “Sorry about the shirt, by the way. It was the only one available at the stand. Apparently, there’s a surplus of Tartt shirts in stock.”
You had been friends with Liv since university when you became dormmates, so she knew about your former friendship with the player. Who else would know better than the girl who comforted you as you wept that night in your second year? But that was years ago, and you’ve been doing your best to put that in the past.
“It’s fine,” you laugh it off as you interlock your arm with hers. “It’s just a shirt, anyway. And not to mention, pretty low likelihood of him seeing me specifically in the crowd.” At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. You weren’t exactly sure where in the stands your seats were, but even if you were right near the dugout, wearing this shirt meant you’d just blend in with the sea of red and blue. Plus, it was sunny out, so it was socially acceptable for you to wear shades to the game, too.
The three of you load into Frankie's car, with you in the back seat. During the ride, you started to tune out whatever the couple was talking about and mainly focused on trying to stop your legs from bouncing. You try and admire the surroundings, but you've lived in London for so long that the touristy effect has worn off. If anything, looking around Manchester would excite you more.
It was a short ride to Nelson Road, but there was still a hefty amount of walking given that cars weren't allowed past a certain point. You'd tried your best to get there as early as possible, but there was already a swarm of fans heading to the stadium.
You'd already claimed your tickets a few days ago, so you only had to push your way through the crowd once to get to your seats. Frankie managed to get tickets for the ones right behind the net, so you had a pretty good view of the game. If only that was all you were worrying about.
As you settle down in your seats, you try and shake it off. This isn't about Jamie; it hasn't been for years. You're here for Liv and Frankie, and that's all it was.
Though, after that terrible first half, you were wondering if the results would be too disappointing for the couple to even enjoy.
"What the actual fuck is going on with them?" You question as the teams return to their locker rooms.
Neither Liv nor Frankie gives you an answer, but the latter leans into you and whispers, "You double-checked the reservation for tomorrow, right?"
You sigh and nod your head. No matter the outcome, Liv was going to have a great proposal story, but wouldn't it be nice to tell everyone you got engaged at the same place and time as Richmond's promotion?
When the game starts again, you join the rest of the fans at the edge of their seat. Despite your efforts to distance yourself from the sport, — and in turn, Jamie — you couldn't deny the rush you got from watching it, especially in the stands. So when Sam Obisanya manages to score a goal, you're up with the rest of the crowd celebrating.
"Christ, I didn't realize you such were a big fan of Richmond," Frankie jokes, but you're quick to deny it.
"I'm not!" You cool down your tone when you see him widen his eyes and explain, "My formative years were spent in Manchester, so I know enough about football. Haven't been to a match in so long though," All of that was true, but you hold back from telling Frankie about your history with a certain player.
He seems satisfied with that answer and you go back to watching the match, your hands curling on the railing.
"Tartt is there. Is this the moment for Richmond?" You hear one of the sports commentators say and that gets all three of you out of the chair.
"Come on, Jamie." You whisper under your breath, and for a moment you forget everything that's happened between the two of you. He's just a football player and you're just a fan watching.
So when an opposing player tackles him, you're quick to shout, "Referee!" with the other people in your section.
"And it's a penalty!" You turn to Frankie and Liv as the crowd starts cheering, before turning your focus back to the teams getting ready. His cockiness wasn't always a good look, but it's kept him winning his entire career.
Jamie walks up to the net and you get the urge to keep your head low and avoid eye contact. But he hands the ball over to Dani Rojas, and so you look back up to watch the deciding goal, joining hands with Liv. You watch Dani mumble something under his breath before he kicks the ball right into the net.
"Richmond have done it!" You and Liv hug in celebration, but after a moment, you quickly separate. Your best friend keeps her eyes on you, but you watch as Frankie gets into position.
"You're gonna have another thing to celebrate." You say and before Liv can even give you a confused look, you turn her around to face her boyfriend, who is down on one knee.
Some of the other fans in your section started watching the proposal, with varying expressions. Some of your fellow hopeless romantics had a fond look on their faces, while the people who just wanted to watch a football game couldn't wait for it to be over so they could get back to celebrate in peace.
You knew Liv well, so it was no surprise when she started jumping up and down again, shouting "Yes!" repeatedly. You smile and let the couple have their moment before your best friend turns to you. "I can't believe you managed to hide this from me."
"I told you I was a good liar." You joke, then pull the two of them into a group hug. Now, today had two celebrations.
As the team headed back to their locker room and the crowd started to disperse, the three of you start heading back down Nelson Road to the car. You were lagging behind the couple and crowds of people around you made it harder and harder to keep up.
It's their special day anyway, you think, and once you manage to catch up to them, you say, "I'll find another way home! You guys enjoy yourselves,"
"You sure?" Frankie asks and you nod enthusiastically. The couple start walking to the car and you look around to find a shop to wait out the crowd in.
Luckily, there was a nice bakery on the other side of the road with a good number of people. You order a chocolate muffin and a caramel macchiato before settling down in one of the seats near the window. You decide to start booking a taxi now because judging by the crowd, it was going to take a few tries.
As expected, you managed to find a driver after twenty minutes. Most of the crowd had already left, so it would've been easy for you to find the car. Then, the driver canceled.
You went through that routine two more times till this point, where you were waiting outside for the fourth and final driver you booked. You were starting to regret letting Liv and Frankie go off on their own and promise that if they cancel again, you're walking.
When you hear someone call out your name, you sigh in relief till you realize that the map showed the taxi wasn't anywhere near Nelson Road yet. You turn to see Jamie Tartt peeking his head out of his car window. The look on his face is a mix of surprise and confusion.
Well, shit.
"Is that you?" His Mancunian accent catches you off guard after years of not visiting your childhood town.
"Hi, Jamie." Words you didn't expect to say ever again. You're not sure what else to say, especially since it's your first time seeing him since you were 19.
After a few more quiet moments, Jamie looks around the empty walkway before he asks, "You waiting for someone?"
"Yeah, I just," You glance back down at your phone to find the driver canceling on you once again. "Nope, the driver canceled for the fourth fucking time," you swear and instead of a sympathetic look from the footballer, he just laughs. 
Your expression morphs from disappointment to judgment, while Jamie remarks, "Christ, is your rating that bad?"
You roll your eyes. "Fuck off, will you?" You may have said it harsher than you intended. Well, that's on him for joking around like nothing ever happened. Not just that, but you were clearly not in the mood for it, especially from him.
You watch the footballer's expression falter but he quickly bounces back. "Deserved that." In more ways than one, you think to yourself. "But I didn't mean it like that. I probably have a shittier rating than you do after the times I've vomited in a taxi."
That makes you crack a smile, though you hide it from Jamie. He didn't need any more reason to think it was fine to joke around like you were seventeen again.
"Well, it was nice seeing you again, Jamie." You move to turn around and start walking home when he calls out to you again.
"D'you wanna ride? You always hated exercise, even walking." Jamie offers.
"Bold of you to assume I haven't changed in half a decade." You try and keep a straight face when turning to him, but you think about it. You squint at the accuracy and sigh. "Even if you're right. Thanks,"
You head to the passenger side and get in the car, and when you do, you encode your address in the GPS. As you lean towards the console, you can't stop yourself from tensing up. This is the closest you've been to Jamie in years. After, you tuck your hands under your thighs — a nervous habit of yours since childhood — as the car starts heading off Nelson Road.
The footballer notices this action but decided not to say anything. The fact he was even able to get you to accept his offer was a miracle in and of itself. He didn't want to make you more uncomfortable than you already were. He was just glad to see you again, after everything. 
Maybe he did come off a little strong earlier, and your response to his joke was warranted, but seeing you in a Richmond jersey — specifically his — brought him back to his teenage years, filled with happy memories with you. He almost completely forgot about how things actually ended between the two of you.
And when a Taylor Swift song starts playing in the car, you start to feel Jamie's eyes on you.
Nervous about his reason for staring and possibly crashing, you decide to ask, "What? Is there something on my face?" Your tone wasn't playful, but it wasn't hostile either. An apathetic sweet spot, you might call it, even if it's far from what you're actually feeling.
"No," Jamie answers quickly. "It's just... Taylor Swift," he nods towards the console. "You used to love her back then. Wouldn't let me get near the controls when a song of hers was playing, so you could sing along."
"Yeah," You start getting flashes of fond memories involving driving around town when you were bored on weekends, specifically, the time when Jamie officially got his license.
"Are we breaking the law?" You ask hesitantly, as you buckle your seatbelt. "You sure we're not gonna crash?"
"Hey! You're acting as if this is the first time I'm driving you." He protests and you shake your head.
"You picked me up from a failed date. We just drove home and even then, you almost drove off the road, didn't you?" You recount the memory.
Jamie scoffs. "In my defense, you asked me if I thought you were hot. Any guy would've lost control too!"
"Excuse me, I was very vulnerable that time because of stupid Tim. And, all I asked was if you thought I was attractive." You're practically gripping the seatbelt with your left hand, your knuckles turning white.
"Same thing," Your best friend rolls his eyes, but seeing as your nerves haven't subsided, he raises his right hand and promises, "I solemnly swear that I will not crash the car. If I do, (Y/N) will be permitted a lifetime of 'I told you so's,’ so help me God."
You try and act annoyed but you soon let out a chuckle. "Just drive the car, Jamie." As he backs out of the driveway, you turn on the radio, and just your luck, it's Taylor Swift's newest song.
"Christ," you hear Jamie mutter under his breath. Despite how he reacted, Jamie loved listening to you sing. Even if you only ever did it in front of him and your respective families. It always gets you into a good mood, even if you said it made you look goofy. He was just happy to see you like that.
You laugh at Jamie's supposed annoyance. "If you want me to calm down, you have to let me do this." You say, before breaking into song, matching the lyrics word for word.
You stop yourself from smiling at the memory when your chest starts to ache at the reminder of how things used to be. You quickly change the topic, pushing that flashback to the back of your mind. "I forgot to say, congrats on the promotion. It was a really good game, especially as a spectator."
"Yeah, thanks. The team really stepped up today," Jamie says, sounding like he's answering one of those after-match interview questions. It wasn't like before, when after every game, he'd recount every feeling and thought he had to you, mentioning even the smallest details like how blades of grass managed to get into his sock and he had to power through the inconvenience for the second half of the match.
"Thought you'd still be off celebrating with them. I mean, don't football teams usually go out for drinks after wins, especially promotions?" You point out, before turning to face Jamie for the first time. You realize how much he'd grown up since the last time you'd seen him. 
He changed his hair, you note. Well, it was closer to what it was before he joined the league. You always cringed when you saw his spiked-up hair from last season and even more so when you would see pictures of his fully slicked-down hair when he went back to Manchester City. It was the same kind of hair he had when the two of you were eight because his mom was always too scared that the loose strands would get in his eyes and he'd get into an accident.
This suited him, but you think a middle part would be better. You get the urge to reach out and move his hair around just to see how it would look, but Jamie's response snaps you back to reality.
"Yeah, we do. We're meeting up at a pub later tonight, but everyone wanted to head home first." He explains, and you turn back to the road. Out of the corner of his eye, Jamie sees you nod at his answer. 
There are a few moments of quiet silence before he finally asks. "Did you come to the game," to see me play? he almost adds before backtracking. "alone?"
You're slightly taken aback by the question, but when you remember how Jamie found you, — alone in the walkway, staring at your phone, — then it doesn't seem like such an obnoxious assumption.
"No, I went with my best friend and her boyfriend." Ten year old you would be heartbroken to hear you refer to someone else as your best friend, but that was the reality now. You explain your presence at the game, "He was planning to propose to her after the match, as long as you guys got promoted. So thanks for that."
"Oh, that was them?" He turns to face you as he stops at a red light, before expounding. "Dani and Sam saw it happen and mentioned it on the way back to the locker room. They were 'aww'ing the whole time."
"It was pretty cute," you add, smiling and remembering the feeling of witnessing it. "But honestly, I didn't really think it through 'cause then I would've had to third wheel them for dinner. Which isn't the first time, but newly engaged people can be so fucking horny."
You're not sure why you added that, but it causes Jamie to chuckle. "Guess you dodged a bullet there, yeah?"
"Yeah," you laugh as well until you remember you're supposed to be mad at Jamie. Your smile disappears quickly and you swallow the feeling.
Jamie watches your expression change, but he continues to drive until he finally has enough of it. This might be the last time he gets the chance to do it and he has been on a self-improvement kick these past few months. Might as well try and fix one of his oldest relationships. And if not fixed, at least improve it enough to let yourself laugh around him.
The car arrives in front of your building, but before you can leave, Jamie says your name. Softly, softer than his voice has been this whole ride, and you already know what's going to follow this.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for," Jamie pauses and swallows the lump in his throat. "That night. It was a real prick move, especially after I gho—"
"Jamie, can we not?" You interrupt him before you even comprehend the words coming out of your mouth. Jamie backs up slightly, taken aback by your statement, but he shuts his mouth.
You sigh and close your eyes for a second. You didn't realize how much harder it would be to actually confront him about it, despite your harshness towards him earlier for acting so chummy with you. Maybe Jamie was on to something, pretending as if nothing had changed. That you guys were just old friends who were catching up after ending on good terms.
And you thought you were ready. You've spent multiple nights imagining how it would be to hear him apologize, to talk about what an arse he was back then, and how he never meant to hurt you. You imagined slamming the door in his face, shutting him out, and hurting him in every way that he hurt you. But as you’re faced with it at this exact moment, the thought of going through all of that makes your chest heavy. Almost heavier than it was that night in the pub.
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm been weird this whole time." You start, shaking your head. "But you don't have to explain anything. Honestly. These past few years, I've just been trying to forget that night." And you. "Because if I did, then it wouldn't ruin all the memories we made as kids. So, let's just not talk about it, yeah?"
Jamie still seems to be processing your words, but you continue on and propose, "We can pretend the last time we saw each other was when I left for uni."
Dr. Sharon told Jamie that avoiding conflict will never actually solve it and he's tried to internalize that. That's part of the reason why he wanted to apologize. But at this point, if you didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't going to make you.
"Sure," he finally says and you feel your muscles relax. "If that's what you want."
Was it what you wanted? It was the easy way out, but easy wasn't always the best way. Then again, Jamie always brought out your less logical side, even after all this time. Maybe knowing that he was sorry was enough. And after the whole drive, you were starting to believe those articles that said Jamie Tartt was no longer the prick he was before.
"Okay then," you say. "Thanks for the ride. And uh, good night, Jamie." You smile at the footballer, a genuine one to try and convince him — and yourself — that all was well in the world again.
And maybe it was. At least, for now.
"Wait," You sense Jamie reaching out to you, but you turn before he can actually grasp at your shirt. "Could I have your new number?"
You hadn't actually changed your number since you were 15, but things seemed to be going well, so you decide not to mention it and type it into his phone.
"Thanks," Jamie flashes you a smile and your heart swells, just like it did when you two were kids. Maybe it was going to be okay.
"I guess, call me when you're missing an old friend," are your parting words with the footballer. You miss his reaction when you slide out of the car and walk into the building resisting the urge to look back at him.
A/N: yay, first chapter! just a warning, things are definitely not going to be resolved this easily.  this denial thing is actually gonna make it so much worse later on but! right now, things are looking up for reader and jamie. also, you'll find out about that night in future chapters hehe. :) i hope you guys liked it and stay tuned for chapter two!
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Corset-Trained
HEY YALL!!! comes back after like 2 weeks and drops this. hgnhg small waist Sanji gives me brain worms (they do the same to Zoro trust) so have this fic about it!!1111!!!!! It's also up on my Ao3 if you wanna view it there!! okay buckle in children ~~~~~~~~~~~
Sanji loves dressing nice. 
Ever since he was old enough to fit in them, he’d never step foot outside without at least a dress shirt on. The constant dressing up was more of an insecurity problem than anything, when he was younger. 
Coming back from Momoiro, Sanji’s learned a lot more about himself than he anticipated - now he just wears suits ‘cause they look really good on him. Sanji has a nice figure. He knows he does. He keeps lean because of the way he fights, and the three-pieces he wears do wonders for showing off his legs. 
When he feels like it, he’ll even put on a corset underneath his button-down sometimes. he’s noticed that it’s gotten easier to put them on in the mornings the longer he wears them, and he doesn’t necessarily mind his waist getting smaller with time.
Looks like someone else noticed too.
~o0o~
For some context, It starts when his crew finally reunites.
Reuniting in Sabaody surrounded by the crewmates he’s missed for so long feels so rejuvenating. Everybody’s laughing, gossiping, and he feels home again, for the first time in two years. 
Everyone’s almost here, besides the marimo - lost in transit, Sanji guesses. Luffy’s already complaining about his empty stomach, whining for Sanji to make him something
Sanji prepares to kick the idiot in the head, when suddenly the ground shakes.
He looks over to the commotion, and finds two halves of a ship crashing into the shoreline. Unfortunately he has a lucky guess as to what - or rather, who - caused this.
“Shit,” Sanji mutters. Why is it always something with that algae-headed fool?
As it turns out, Sanji was right. upon returning to Sabaody (without his eye, might he add), Zoro had somehow arrived first and proceeded to get himself lost on a completely different ship. Instead of getting off and looking for his crew like a normal person, he cleaved the entire thing in two to ‘get to shore faster’. 
“It’s been two years, and you’re still as much of an idiot as the last time i saw you, marimo.” Sanji huffs, pulling said marimo by his ear towards the Sunny. 
On the contrary, Zoro has not said a word since Sanji picked him up from the ruins of the ship he destroyed. It’s a little concerning, considering all the pair really do is bicker when they’re together.
Sanji turns around briefly to examine the man he’s dragging behind him. “are you even paying attention to me, or has all the algae on your head clogged up your ears?”
Zoro stumbles over his words before he splutters something something about Sanji’s collar being wrinkly, which the other man knows is a lie (because he steamed his button down this morning…)
Even so, Sanji narrows his eyes at the green-haired idiot before feeling around the collar of his shirt just in case. “No it’s not, you idiot!” He hisses, and flicks Zoro on the side of the head, and they fall into their usual banter as they head back to the rest of the crew. 
Every time he looks back at Zoro to deliver a scathing remark, though, he swears something’s…off about the other. He leaves it be for the time being, hoping it’ll resolve itself.
~o0o~
It does not resolve itself, unfortunately for Sanji.
Everyone boards the Sunny joyfully, the ship exploding in laughter as they make their hasty escape from Sabaody. They settle back onto the ship in a matter of hours, and it’s like they never left.
A few days later, Sanji finishes up stocking up the galley’s storage room earlier than he expected, so he makes smoothies for the crew as a sort of welcome-back gift. He leaves his jacket in the galley because it’s pretty sunny where they are right now.
As he bustles around the ship and hands the drinks out to the crew, he feels a set of eyes boring into his back from the edge of the ship. It seems the marimo’s developed a staring problem - ironic, seeing(HA!) that the man is missing an eye.
When he comes around to deliver Zoro’s plain matcha, Zoro’s eyes are closed and he acts like he wasn’t staring a hole directly between Sanji’s shoulder blades the whole time the blond was on deck. Sanji pauses to study the other man for a moment, wondering if Zoro knows his fluttering eyelashes betray the fact that he’s awake.
“Hey. Hey, you lazy fuck!” Sanji kicks at Zoro’s shoulder, careful not to jostle the drink he has in his hand.
“ What? ” Zoro snaps, his eye snapping open.
Sanji crouches down to place the drink next to him, and levels Zoro with a suspicious glare; like trying to say ‘ you’re not slick ’, but telepathically. 
Zoro seems to realize what’s gong on, and instead of answering he takes an obnoxiously long (and fucking loud) sip as he stares the blonde down with a blank face. 
Blue stares into gray (were Zoro’s lashes always that long?) as Sanji tries to puzzle out what exactly is going on with the marimo. The longer he stares, the more he notices Zoro’s eyes creeping downwards, and the blush materializing on Zoro’s (and subsequently, his own) face, and Sanji looks away because what the fuck ? Is he? Doing that for?!
Sanji straightens up with a huff, trying to cover his embarrassment as he scuttles back to the galley.
When he looks outside the window after a few minutes of calming himself down, he sees the swordsman looking down at his hands, doing…something. He’s cupping both hands into a C-shape and putting them closer and farther apart like he’s gauging something.
What a fucking weirdo , Sanji thinks, and tries to preoccupy himself with something else in the galley.
~o0o~
It all comes to a head one night a week after.
Sanji’s washing dishes after dinner, the rest of the crew presumably settled down and tucked into bed. He’s frantically scrubbing ketchup crust off one of his favorite plates when he hears the door crack open.
“Luffy, you’re not-” Sanji turns around, expecting to defend the fridge with his life - and it’s not Luffy.
Instead, It’s Zoro, who hasn’t come into the galley to steal booze in like… a while. There goes Sanji’s hopes that he might’ve broken that habit.
“Oh,” Sanji says, while the other man stands awkwardly in the doorway. “You’re more welcome in here than he is, I guess.” He nods to the chair, gesturing for Zoro to sit as he turns back around to continue washing dishes.
Zoro sits, evident by the scraping of the chair. “Don’t go looking through my cabinets, marimo,” Sanji quips, “I’ll get you a bottle as soon as I’m done.”
Zoro grunts an affirmative from behind him, and Sanji finishes washing up the last few cups and shit before wiping his hands off and heading towards the wine cabinet.
Sanji feels Zoro’s eyes on him as he bends down to reach for a bottle of rum, and here’s where things start to spiral.
Sanji decides this is the perfect time to have a talk . So, he sets down two glasses on the table where Zoro is sitting, and fills each to the brim before slamming the bottle down derisively.
“Okay,” Sanji starts. “I know you’re a man of few words, or whatever, but you really gotta start talking. Now.”
Zoro snorts into his drink, setting it down before speaking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, like the smug shit he is.
“Yes you do.”
“Nope. I don’t.”
“You’re fucking insufferable, you know that?” Sanji gripes, taking a long sip from his glass. “Let me lay it out for you. You either tell me what’s going on, or, stop staring at me before i take out your other eye, asshole.”
Zoro stares resolutely at the table, picking up his glass of rum and mumbling something into the rim without making eye contact with the man across from him.
“What’s that, marimo?”
“I just wanted to see something,” the green-haired man says, a little louder this time.
“Well, if it was that simple, you could’ve just asked.” Sanji shrugs. “Stop being weird about it.”
Sanji hears something faintly like 'no, I couldn’t have' from the marimo before he sighs in resignation and gets up. “Cook, stand up.”
Sanji is confused. “What? Why?”
One of Zoro’s hands move to pinch the bridge of his nose. “This is me asking! Just…do it.”
Oh, so that’s where this is going. “Marimo, even without my shoes on, I’m still taller than you.”
“Okay, whatever, come closer.” Zoro says, still managing to look anywhere but Sanji’s eyes.
Sanji expects a hand at his forehead to, you know, measure height. Instead, Zoro does that weird C- shape he’s been doing with his hands all week, and Sanji feels a warmth around his midsection through the light blue dress shirt he has on.
Zoro’s staring with half-lidded eyes at something and Sanji follows his gaze lower, as they both look at the tan hands resting around his waist. 
Zoro’s thumbs touch - no, they overlap - where they rest above Sanji’s navel, and oh, oh .
The two stand there, stock still, in complete silence, and Sanji can't help the fast beating of his heart as his mind conjures up the image of those firm, calloused hands touching there without the stiff cotton in between -
The silence in the galley is broken by the drip of liquid, and Sanji belatedly realizes it’s coming from him as a splat of red falls onto Zoro’s hands.
“ Hoooo-ly shit, ” Zoro whispers, and, yeah, holy shit is right, because this has unlocked something in Sanji that he was very unprepared for.
Sanji snaps out of whatever fucking trance he was in and frantically tries to save his shirt, moving to get a paper towel from the counter (and mourning the loss of Zoro’s palms touching his waist). “Fuck, fuck! ” Sanji dabs at the stain on the front of his shirt, but to no avail. He settles for wiping his face clean instead.
When Sanji turns around to face him, The marimo is staring at him with wide eyes and the deepest flush Sanji thinks he’s ever had. “Okay, okay.” This is fine , Sanji thinks, and takes the opportunity to stride up to the table they were sitting at and down not only his rum, but Zoro’s as well. 
He coughs as the liquid goes down his throat, and he kind of regrets doing that, but he needs the courage (and the chance he won’t remember this tomorrow). 
“Cook-”
Sanji holds up a hand. “Don’t - don’t say anything.” Zoro falls silent.
He takes a deep breath in, collecting himself before he speaks.“Is that a thing? For you?.”
“Well, I mean-”
“Answer the goddamn question.” 
“Yeah, I guess,” Zoro admits, his tone more confused than anything now.
“So,” Sanji calmly says, “Would you be open-”
“Are you propositioning me-” 
Yes. “I swear to god , Zoro.”
He seems to get the message, swallowing thickly before nodding once. Great.
“Good,” Sanji sighs, unbuttoning the two topmost buttons on his dress shirt. “Then, you mind doing that again?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
errmmmmm i hate beta reading so there might be a buncha mistakes in here please lmk if you spot one!! anyway these two are my little meow meows i cant stop writing about them.
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feirceangel · 4 months
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Imagine | Gifts (Nico Robin)
Imagine getting Robin a gift and she returns the favour.
Warnings: fluff, hugs, kisses
Word Count: 1,310
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Days on the Thousand Sunny could be very peaceful when the weather was right and the sea was calm. With the sun shining brightly and everyone done their chores, it’s wonderful to have some downtime.
You could always find Zoro napping somewhere next to a bottle of sake, Sanji in the kitchen, Franky tinkering away in his workshop.. you get the point.
Right now, it’s looking like a peaceful day. But you can’t seem to rest, your eyes glued to the figure of Robin as she sits and peruses the latest newspaper.
Not in a creepy way, of course! You just happened to notice her seated on deck, sipping some tea. And you just couldn’t seem to look away.
She’s wearing a lovely purple dress with a lace collar and black fishnet stockings. Sanji’s already peppered her with compliments, and you agreed with him wholeheartedly.
Clutched tightly in your hand is a book. It’s one you picked up at the last island in a rickety old bookstore. You had merely glanced at it but something made you revisit it and realize that it looked very interesting.
It was a very old book on the history of the island, and you knew just who you would buy it for. The only problem is you haven’t given it to her yet.
You’re nervous.
Sure, you’re both part of the crew, and you get along fabulously, but you can’t stop feeling slightly intimidated by her. She so accomplished and educated, and you’re, well, you’re smart and you have skills, but it’s nothing compared to her.
Often, on calm days like this, you sit with Robin and read next to her. That’s a nothing thing you have in common: books.
You love books! In fact, you used to work in a library before you ran into Luffy and became a pirate. Robin loves reading too, so it’s something you do together.
It’s serene to just be next to her, enjoying your own book as you share the same space on the ship.
What if she doesn’t like the book?
A sudden tap on your shoulder startled you. You yelp and turn to face whoever poked you.
A hand waves at you from the railing you were leaning against and then points to where you were staring.
Your eyes meet Nico Robin’s as she smiles knowingly. She motions for you to come over to her.
So you do.
Shaking the nervousness away, you slowly walk over to the table and sit next to her.
“You were staring,” she glances at you over the newspaper.
You duck your head in embarrassment, “Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“It’s alright, Y/n. I was wondering why you were taking so long to come see me.”
Deciding to just go for it, you place the book on the table and push it in front of her. She sets down the paper and picks up the old tome. Casting a smile at you, she flips to the first page, “What is this?”
“It’s for you! I wanted to give you something and I thought you’d like this,” you blabber. “It’s the complete history of the last island we were on. I can get rid of it if you don’t like it-“
You’re silenced by a finger pressing against your lips in a shushing gesture. Surprised, you blink.
Robin gently sets the book down and leans towards you.
“Thank you, Y/n. Anything you get me is a treasure,” she smiles and presses her lips to your cheek. “You don’t have to worry.”
You can’t stop the heat from rising to your face. Shoving away from the table, you grin and wave your arms about.
“I hope you enjoy it! I have to go now, I promised Luffy I’d help him!”
She watches you run away, bumping into a confused Luffy in the process.
“Cute,” she hums as she watches you dash away.
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There are days which are not so calm.
Gone is the tranquillity of the sea, the beauty of peace.
Instead, you’re facing down a battle you weren’t prepared for.
This island had seemed alright and Luffy gave the okay to go explore/gather supplies right away. So, you bustled off, enjoying the scenery and trying to find anything helpful for the rest of the crew.
What you found was in fact not helpful.
A small child, sobbing as a man attacked his mother with harsh slaps.
You jumped in without hesitation, punching the man in his stupidly smug face before yelling at the lady and her kid to get lost.
To your relief, they left without problem.
To your irritation, more men approached and it turned the odds against you. There were five of them altogether and normally, you’d be alright to handle them, but you weren’t prepared and foolishly left your weapon on the Sunny.
As you dodge a blow from the first man, you berate yourself for being a forgetful idiot.
“Seis Fleur!” The sound of a melodious voice cuts through the noise surrounding you.
You look up from elbowing a man twice your size to see Robin glaring at your attackers. She is brutally efficient, taking down three of the men in no time.
Kicking the man who you were fighting, you grin as he collapses to the dirt. Robin takes out the last man and you rush over to her with a huge grin.
“Robin! Thank you so much, I was sure I was in for a beating,” you laugh.
Your jolly mood dissipate as you register the fact that she’s not smiling.
“Robin?”
“Y/n, are you okay?” She looks you over for any wounds.
“Oh yeah, I dodged all his attacks! And you showed up right in time!”
You spin around, “See? Right as rain.”
She steadies you by planting her hands on your shoulders, “You could’ve been hurt, where is your weapon?”
Wincing, you scratch the back of your head.
“Y/n,” she says again.
“Well you see, I was so excited to get off the ship, I might’ve forgotten to take my weapon?”
She sighs and shakes her head, reaching her arms around you to bring you into an embrace. You hug her back, heart thumping loudly.
“I, I’m sorry, Robin,” you say, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”
She slides her hand over your hair, somehow tightening her hold on you.
“Say, how’d you know I needed help?” You ask, puzzled.
She pulls away from you with a sly smile, “I actually just wanted to talk to you.”
“Really? Talk about great timing!”
“Here,” she takes your hand and places something in it. “I wanted to give you this.”
You stare at her in awe. Her eyes sparkle with mirth now that the threat to your health has been dealt with.
Looking down at your hand, you find a beautiful necklace. It has a sturdy chain that supports a pendant of an open book inlaid with a purple jewel.
You gasp, “Robin! It’s beautiful.”
“I couldn’t resist, it reminded me of you.”
“This reminded you of me?” You ask in disbelief, “But it’s so gorgeous!”
“As are you, silly.”
She takes the necklace and moves your hair from your neck to place it on you.
You stiffen as you feel her hands move against your neck. She huffs a laugh and leans in close. So close that you can feel her breath on your neck.
She places her lips on your neck, “You deserve this, and so much more.”
You turn once she draws back.
“I love you Robin,” you smile, wrapping your arms around her.
“I love you too, so be more careful.”
She presses a kiss to your head, you tilt your head upwards so that your lips catch hers.
“I’ll be careful.”
“And don’t leave the ship without a weapon or without me.”
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blackfangedreaper · 1 year
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SCANDALOUS
Prompt: "Mumu button."
Pairing: Luffy x Black!Fem!Informant!Reader
Warnings: Sexual content, Luffy and reader gets walked in on, cursing, grammatical errors. Mdni.
Note: Mumu definition; dumb/stupid.
Tags: @closet-degenerate @h3rfave @iin0va @avaricious-hoe @audreys-works @444katsuki
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Orange hues reflected against the calm waves of the sea. Sunny was stocked up and ready to set sail as everyone was done with their shopping. It was sunset already and everyone was out on the deck they seemed to be searching for something or rather someone. Well not like you could help, you were currently getting your back blown out.
The left side of your body was pushed up against the window pane, shivers raking down your spine at the cold glass and your left was on the wall. Your breath fogging up the window as you peered down at the crewmates frantically searching for their supposedly missing captain, what they didn't know was that he was up here with you the whole time. Infact he never left the ship.
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"Ok guys! You know what to do, be back before sunset." Nami said walking out of sunny and onto the pier. Robin trailing silently beside nami with her usual calm smile painted on her lips and an energetic chopper by her side. "Wahhh! Look a cotton candy stand!"
"Hai! Nami-swannn~" sanji twirled around before entering the kitchen to get his shopping list then barging out not a second later almost trampling on a half asleep zoro to catch up with 'his' lovely ladies. "Wait up! Nami-swan! Robin-chwan!"
"Ugh, stupid cook watch where you're going!" The moss head groaned walking off the ship to get some booze.
"Oi! Zoro-kun! You forgot your compass!" Ussop ran after him waving the bronze compass while franky and brook laughed as they trailed after zoro. Not knowing they forgot you both on the ship to yourselves and you know the saying... When the mouse is away the cats will play. I-Is that correct? Aish nvm.
Which leads to the beginning of luffy fucking your brains out. Honestly it was meant to be a sweet stay-in couples day but after cooking and eating with luffy you had a gossip/sunbathing session until he decided he wanted to watch the sunset in the crowsnest.
But after seeing how the orange sun rays bathed your bronze skin and the way the sun reflected in your eyes; highlighting your dark browns he couldn't take it, he wanted to see you in your full glory but with the sunset hues bathing every part of your naked skin. He first told you how beautiful you looked before smashing his lips against yours passionately.
And before you could blink you were pushed against the window and cool wooden walls of the crowsnest. Your shorts and panties pulled down and off of you, you felt the cool breeze brush against your already aching clit, whimpering and shivering when you felt luffy run his cold index and middle finger up and down your slit, your eyes almost rolling back when he pushed into your clenching hole.
Pushing his free hand into your shirt to grope your breasts as you sucked his fingers in immediately. Squelching sounds echoing around the empty room as he increased his pace going in and out of you relentlessly before pulling his fingers out and sucking on them making a thin string of saliva as he brought them out of his mouth. "Hmm."
Before you could say anything you heard the unbuckling of his belt and the feeling of his hot and large head prodding at your entrance before he slammed into you, your naked ass making contact with his shorts "Fuckkk! Luffy!"
"Haha! Sorry you just feel so good." He smiled then started to move, grabbing on your waist to match your pace with his as he fucked you against the window, pounding into you aggressively drawing moans and screams out of you as he watched ripples form on your ass from the force of his plows "I wouldn't do that if i were you." He said smiling at you.
You suddenly felt their presence on the ship. Shit. How didn't you notice earlier. Your eyes trailed after them seeing them walking around the ship as if they were looking for something or rather someone. if only they noticed the hand pressed against the window of sunny's crowsnest.
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"L-Luffy- oh- wait!" You begged pushing back trying to move away from the window and fortunately he pulled out of you but before you could do anything he turned you around and pushed your back against the window fully then wrapped your legs around his waist before plunging into you again and this time his pace was unforgiving. "Ah- luffy! slow down!"
"Haha no thanks!" He laughed his hands smacking your bum, grasping handfuls and grinding into you. If anyone looked up now they would see your back and the tight grip luffy had on your ass through the window especially since your sun-kissed skin looked like a fucking beacon, you were hoping they either had bad eyesight or they weren't look up at all.
Unwrapping your legs around his waist he pushed your knees right beside your head and against the cool glass of the window and immediately you slapped both your palms against your mouth to prevent the guttural moan that was about to escape from your mouth. Turning your head, you peer out the window to see if anyone had caught you both yet.
You could feel every thrust he gave you now, his tip abusing your cervix as if to push into your womb, which would happen if he applied more force. "Look at me." Luffy demanded staring right at you, you could feel his gaze burning holes through you. You refused still looking down at his crewmates, watching their movements carefully but you were interrupted when luffy thrusted in sharply getting a muffled 'luffy' from you before he repeated himself. "Look. At. Me."
And you did, you looked right back at him and you regretted it immediately, his eyes were halflidded as he smirked at your appearance, mocking you by jutting his bottom lip out and saying. "Aw, look at you, such a mess." And you really were, your furrowed eyebrows were up and high in alert and your eyes were wide, tears brimming the edges of your lower eyelids.
You tried to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull and let's not talk about how you were trying so hard to keep your moans at bay by covering your mouth to the best of your abilities but it didn't look like it was working cause your mouth was agape underneath, infact he would be viewing your ahegao face if it wasn't for your meddling palms. "Nnngh!"
He pumped into you feeling his release getting close, the thread in his abdomen thinning steadily as he took you against the wall. You were getting close too with the way you clenched around his shaft, your thighs shaking against his grip and hands getting tired of covering your mouth with no support to hang unto for so long, you could feel your saliva slipping through your fingers as you gasped at his increased pace. "mmfph!"
Your muffled moans and whimpers sounded like heaven to him, he groaned feeling you clench around him tightly. "Careful wouldn't want to break me now would you?" He chuckled bringing your weary knees to rest on his shoulder letting him press and dive deeper into you more. He moaned as he chased after both his and your release. You gasped relieved maybe they wouldn't catch you both after all. Too bad you jinxed it, cause after that thought you heard zoro's voice and his footsteps.
"Yeah, yeah wake me up when you find them." It sounded a little muffled but you could tell he was close. You looked at luffy panicked, shaking your head at him to stop but you knew he wouldn't, he had no shame. He started this and he was going to finish it whether he was going to be caught or not.
He wrapped his left hand around both your wrists jerking them away from your mouth and pinning them up the window before jerking his hips harshly, you bit your lips trapping the sinful sounds in your throat. This angered luffy, he didn't like this, not one bit. And he knew just what to do to punish you.
You heard zoro's footsteps coming closer, your heart thumping as loud as his foot steps, the hatch to the crownest opened and just as your eyes locked onto zoro's bewildered ones, luffy thought it was a good idea to palm your boobs, squeeze your nipple and bite the base of your neck right were your 'mumu button' was.
Now ladies and gentlemen the 'mumu button' is a sensitive spot found on a person that once touched, at that very moment all rational reasoning flies out the window. This causes the person to be under a very unbreakable spell [not literally, dumbass.] following only the orders of their now beloved like a mindless zombie, in short if luffy told you to sell your soul... you would with no hesitation whatsoever, trust me there's no getting out of this. You will be remembered brave soldier, you fought well.
Your head went limp as your eyes rolled back harshly into your skull, goosebumps littered your brown skin, your jaw dropping to release the loudest moan your vocal cord could allow, not only did this suprise zoro but luffy cause he's never heard you moan that loud, so loud he was sure the the whole crew heard you, he was so out of it, he didn't know he released your hands.
 He hissed, moaning when he felt you tug and pull at his hair roughly due to the intensity of your orgasm. Luffy came right after you releasing thick rubbons of cum into you and with how you spasmed around him, he whimpered feeling you milk his cock. His eyes rolled back enjoying how tight and warm you were before burying his head into the same spot he abused with his teeth. He exhaled hearing zoro slam the hatch shut with a flustered expression.
Both your bodies heaving, goosebumps still present from your harsh orgasms as your chests rose in rhythm. Your head leaning against the window pane as you tried to calm your heart from beating so fast.
"What was that?" Luffy panted looking at you in amusement. "That has never happened before." He said before poking that exact spot only to get a yelp from you. "Luffy! Stop." You whined pouting before glaring at him then pulling his cheeks "you little shit!" You felt so embarrassed, zoro had caught you both. They obviously knew you guys fuck but it's different if they're walking in on you both doing the deed. "Ow! I'm sowwy! Staph! That hwurts!" Fuck you couldn't be mad at him, he did give you a mind blowing orgasm.
You sigh releasing his now red and swollen cheeks. Yelping when he pulled out of you, his cum pouring out of you in loads. Just how much did he cum? you felt so full.
"Ugh luffy! How am i gonna face them now!" You groaned covering your face with your palms before jerking them away at the slimy sensation of your drool.
"Huh? Who cares let's go! It's kinda hot in here." He pulled and buckled his shorts then proceeded to help you put on your clothes before seeing they were soiled. "Or just wait here I'll bring you new clothes!" He laughed running out of the crowsnest.
"Ughhh..." You then groaned sliding down the wall to the floor in embarrassment recalling how you came in front of zoro, looking into his eyes as you did so infact. This memory will forever replay during your sleepless nights as it has now joined your 'embarrassing memories' folder.
ONE PIECE; TREASURE BOX.
"Oi, marimo why is your face all red?" Sanji said blowing his cigarette fumes at the flustered zoro.
"Ugh... Fuck off pervert cook." Zoro groaned pushing past sanji, recalling what he had seen a while ago before walking away. "I don't get paid enough for this... Fuck- i don't even get paid!"
"Who pissed in his booze, tch! stupid moss head." He said watching luffy run past him, following him with his eyes but when he was about to call out to him he caught a glimpse of peach coloured panties sticking out of the back pocket of his signature blue shorts.
"A-Are those Y/n-swan's p-p-panties??!" He exclaimed falling on his knees and banging on the floor boards shocked at the thought that luffy once again gets pussy more than he does while trying to control the jet of blood from his nose that had started to propel him off the ship.
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snaccpopstudios · 9 months
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Games Report 06/20/23
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Hello everyone! Before we get into the meat of this week's dev report, today's guest artwork of Shaun Durand-Coffer and Moon Pie is by Coda Blue, a black games developer we commissioned to commemorate Juneteenth 2023!
We're also breaking a bit of convention today: it’s Sauce here to do some talking about a frequent (and valid) concern/question we get from fans.
Why so many projects at one time?
There are a lot of reasons that go into it and it’s kind of difficult to break down casually. But I’ll do my best to use the analogy of a relay race with batons!
Each project (Sunny Day Jack, The Groom of Gallagher Mansion, AphroDesia, and DacahaBo) largely has its own team, meaning that Writer A is assigned to Project A while Writer B is assigned to Project B and so forth. In a single Project, when the Writer is done with the script, they pass the baton to the Artist (usually me, in this case) to draw additional art like CGs to accentuate key scenes, while an Editor works to tighten up the sentence structure and spot missing plot points (a Musician may be working at this time as well). After editing is complete and art is at least underway, Programmers and Voice Actors can begin on their tasks. As we near completion, Programmers, Audio Engineers, and Beta Testers make sure the package is nice and tidy for everyone to enjoy.
At least, that's how it goes in an ideal situation.
When you’re working on a production, a large amount of variables (defined as an "element, feature, or factor that is liable to vary or change") are in play. Some of those variables might look like:
When does this team member get off from college, their day job, or other life commitment?
When they're done with those, how much personal time do they need in order to take care of themselves, or even recuperate?
What happens if the person actively working on something has a chronic illness flare-up, gets sick, or has something else preventing them from doing their assignment?
What happens if this person isn't openly communicating about delays in delivering work?
What happens if we can't contact someone because they're not responding to our inquiries?
What if we need to remove someone from the team, or someone we were counting on leaves voluntarily?
What happens if work that was "completed" and already paid for needs to be scrapped entirely and redone from the ground up?
Does someone else from Project C need to fill in and work on Project A to help them catch up?
Does someone assigned to one role in a Project need to take on multiple roles to help the entire team catch up?
Even from this short list of potential hurdles we might face during production, it seems like an easy solution would be to eliminate someone's time spent on outside life commitments! Except, it's not: even BáiYù can't quit his day job because in America, traditional employment often offers healthcare as part of their employee benefits and SnaccPop Studios is nowhere close to being able to provide a full living wage for everyone working with us. Maybe one day! But we’re not quite there.
So as you can imagine, sometimes there will be periods of time when an entire group of people aren't working because they don't have the baton quite yet since the person holding the baton is being held up by life. And this isn't their fault by any means, but a lack of communication about that makes it harder for us to estimate when any single relay race will be complete.
So how do you keep a Patreon filled with content?
We are very fortunate and grateful to receive a lot of Patreon support, especially after our SDJ Kickstarter! But getting all those funds is a huge responsibility. You should attempt to keep it stocked. And that’s what we attempt to do.
SP is made up of different teams suited to each individual property. Different programmers, different writers, etc. Each team is tasked with getting a set amount of work done, and between all the variables listed above sometimes we have really good months and sometimes we have pretty dry ones. Keeping all these teams moving together helps us to put out content while say, a writer is out with COVID and SDJ needs to pause for a week. TGoGM had a technical error that saw the game needing to be rebuilt in a new engine. And at the moment, AD is currently sans an audio drama writer.
These are frustrating problems and we're working on fixing what's in our direct control. But we understand that we also have to USE the money we receive visibly or else people ask us where the money is even paying for. And while we make an effort to put away savings responsibly, we can’t just accept large amounts of money without providing a product, or portions of one, in return.
The "Boring Bits"
There’s also in productions portions I like to call “Boring Bits”. These are moments where everything being done is just exceptionally boring to show off. Either it’s programming and bug fixing, or it’s deep lore writing and scripting we can’t show due to spoilers, or something else like that.
At those times all we CAN say is we’ve been fixing bugs or writing. BáiYù and some of the other team members could give an explanation of what's going on during those times but most of us can agree that it's not as enjoyable as something like a new pin-up or an audio drama. 
Sometimes to say more would be a spoiler, or we can’t say anything else. Sometimes, it's all a waiting game.
At the beginning, waiting was the hardest part. It could take anywhere from two weeks to months to get back recordings or audio or art. And we have to respect why these things happen. When it’s an instance of slow delivery, we can ask for more clear deadlines or pay a rush fee, but other than that it’s just a long wait.
So, while we waited, we tried to find other means of providing entertainment.
Productions featuring groups of people all over the world, with very different lives, is extremely difficult. But sometimes people who provide quality work require that bit of patience.
So where is everything in the relay race?
At the moment, the status of our projects is as such:
Sunny Day Jack
SDJ is still being mapped out due to the inclusion of Nick as a love interest, as his character becoming more permanent changes several things in the narrative with the other love interests. To help speed things along, we've asked Gil Finnegan (he/him) from the DachaBo team to work with Biscuwuit to split the character route workloads.
It’s a large game, and their work includes labeling every individual scene as well as planning all the programmable variables. We can’t share ANYTHING more than what we have already shared on Kickstarter and Patreon. No new art assets are prepared because they’ve either been made (BGs, GUI) or we don’t how many sprites we need for the full roster until the plot is reworked completely. We can’t give script pages because of spoiler reasons.
We anticipate that a more robust report cycle will begin appearing once we get to scripting, but as a VN writing is a heavy and very important portion of the game that requires this narrative planning, sensitivity editing, and retcon checking. We will likely be in the writing portion a lot of 2023, which was expected since the game is intended to release in 2024.
Sleepy Time Jack
STJ is our additional companion app that’s seeing its final updates with the Patreon Exclusive “Jacktor” portion currently in progress. Due to some less-than-ideal cloud storage issues, we had to remake certain assets from scratch. Additionally, Steam is currently giving BáiYù the runaround and making it difficult for him to get the page up publicly, but we think we've figured out why they're complaining about the logo (they seem to be afraid of the "Digital Talking Body Pillow" subtitle not being part of the app's name in the system).
The Groom of Gallagher Mansion
TGoGM is expected to be finished soon, with free NSFW content planned for the future, but not until we’ve given it some time to sit. BáiYù has had to not only perform his usual Producer duties across all of SP, but also take on Writer and Programmer duties in this project to keep it moving due to life circumstances surrounding team members.
DachaBo
DachaBo Classic is being maintained canonically and updated by a largely separate team, but mostly only as a cosmetic and stability update. DachaBo: Barks & Mews proper remains in pre-production (Planning lore, connecting dots, and conceptualizing) until TGoGM sees its first release in English.
AphroDesia
AD is currently planning its audio reboot. But as a lore-heavy series, it’s being taken under consideration very carefully. Audio drama writers are key, and our current writer is prioritizing living expense-crucial work.
The "Re-Pilot" has a full outline written that is about seven pages long, with a script to follow after. Priority will re-shift back to this project once TGoGM and STJ are out the door, with a slowly metered development since it is an audio drama/planned comic. This production is more about assigning duties and waiting than any other task.
What about other projects?
Anything else besides these projects and the Bachelor of the Month series (currently on hiatus) is not an official SP project, and funds do not directly contribute to those projects, as they’re considered personal items by individual members.
As has been mentioned before, I (Sauce) also make personal works. And that’s part of why I’m the one handling this.
Many people still consider me a part of SP from a heading POV. But part of why I stepped down as "Boss" was because at the moment I’m juggling a college education, full or part-time employment, and healing from years of untreated mental health. It was no longer feasible for me to manage all of these things.
BáiYù instead is compensated to handle the business aspects, and is more capable to do so at this time. I help with Patreon art, tier rewards, and additional creative work while he's been the one writing the majority of the updates and dev reports. I also work on SDJ sprite art, and additional art assets (Steam page, GUI, graphics, etc.) but with my free time I have begun to prioritize taking moments to relax with some non-game art.
I have noticed people saying my work outside is SP work, or attributing it as such. I attempted to even use a separate alias to separate the two, but I guess my style is recognizable to a degree and tried to make the best of it by declaring otherwise myself.
Anything not SDJ, STJ, TGoGM, DB, AD, or BotM is not property of SnaccPop Studios. I've invited some of the individual team members to talk about the projects they do in their free time or as parts of other game studios as SP has a wonderful platform thanks to all of you, but always be sure to look for the official SP branding or else risk accidentally affiliating unrelated work with us.
That is such the case for me, and it could very well be that way for anyone else.
In conclusion...
At the end of the day, SnaccPop does its best to balance a busy, worthwhile Patreon and quality projects done by persons whose individual circumstances are acknowledged and respected. And we understand that a lot of things at once can look flighty and unfocused.
We really hope this breakdown helps, and we apologize for any issues that not having one up prior may have caused!
Making art is messy. Confining creative and quality visions to jobs and roles can be at the best of times spontaneous. But we’re happy to be able to employ or use our funding to pay and contribute to the lives of many different types of creatives in many different lifestyles.
Again, here's how our projects are looking:
SDJ is on track to arrive in 2024.
STJ and TGoGM are in their final stretches with more content to come after.
DB Classic is being stablized before wide release while DB: Barks & Mews is in pre-production
AD is in pre-production, but the personal circumstances of a key writer are making it a bit difficult!
Thank you all for taking the time to be a part of this! Literally, we could not even do that without you all. This is a privilege we take very seriously. And we’re working very hard behind the scenes to keep you updated, our team members with any work we can provide, and patrons entertained longterm and short term.
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maplekzh · 3 months
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deserve
nami x fem!reader
wc: 2.8k
warnings: nsfw, 18+ only please!
notttt sure if the ending is still to my liking but this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and i wanted to get her out already!
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nami’s bias towards you is glaringly obvious, even to the members of the strawhats that may be more oblivious than most. she spoils you whenever she gets the chance, adorning you in beautiful clothing and sparkling jewelry during her shopping trips with you. she wouldn’t dare to charge you interest on any amount of money you need from her, unlike a certain mosshead. the girl is like one of sanji’s delectable desserts when it comes to you, sweet and affectionate actions never failing to make your heart skip a beat or two.
all of this is to say that she is hopelessly in love with you, and you, her.
the crew had decided to stop on a summer island, both to stock up on supplies for the upcoming weeks and to give everyone a few days to settle down and rest. you and your crew drop anchor, docking the sunny in the large port. tourists from every sea are scattered on the docks, either just arriving like you or getting ready to disembark from the island. 
once finished with your docking duties you and nami head onto the island hand in hand, leaving the rest of the crew to their own devices. it had been your turn to watch the sunny on the last island, so now you were free to wander with your girlfriend on this one. 
after an hours long shopping spree, nami leads you in the direction of a beautiful building by the water. with the amount of tourists and luggage carts scattered around the entrance, you can only guess that it’s one of the more pricey hotels on the island.
“‘mi, baby, are you sure you wanna stay here? i’d hate for you to spend so much when we can just go back to the sunny for the night,” you say, tugging softly on her hand entangled with yours. the shopping bags in her other hand shift to the crook of her elbow as she waves off your words, a grin on her lips.
“i wanna treat the two of us, i think we deserve it.” nami laughs and releases your hand to pull you in close by the waist. her breath tickles the shell of your ear as her lips brush against you, goosebumps erupting across your skin. “and who says i don’t want some alone time with you anyway, sweetheart?” 
you can feel the skin of your face burning as she guides you to the front counter, obtaining the key and leading you into your room in a rush. 
nami all but throws the shopping bags in a corner behind her before tugging you in close, pressing her lips against yours firmly. the soft fabric of her shirt is set askew as your hands push underneath it to paw at her bare waist, nails leaving faint pink lines on her skin. her body rolls against yours, trying to get closer in any way she possibly can. the flesh of your tongue presses into her mouth slowly, brushing against her own appendage intimately as she moans needily against you. 
with her lip gently held in between your teeth, you break the kiss momentarily. nami’s eyes are half lidded as she gazes at you, chest heaving as she tries to regain some control of herself. a quiet laugh leaves your throat before you guide her to sit on the edge of the bed behind her.
“you’re so good to me ‘mi, let me take care of you please? wanna show you how thankful i am for everything you do for me.” the bridge of your nose brushes her jawline as you speak to her, voice sweet and syrupy as you begin to mouth at the skin of her neck. her breath stutters in her throat, eyes fluttering shut as her arms settle around your neck.
“y’ deserve every bit of spoiling, baby. it’s the least i can do for my sweet girl.” she’s breathless as she answers you, much more focused on the feeling of you sucking hickeys into her cleavage. her lips part subconsciously as you pull the low cut top off of her body, exposing her chest fully to the cold air.
a mix of a yelp and a moan bursts from nami’s chest as you dive straight in, sucking on one of her nipples harshly while you palm and pinch at the other. you moan against her, the vibrations sending shivers throughout her body. spit-slicked and wet, nami’s nipples pebble in the cold air of the hotel room as you switch between her breasts. you’re already drunk on her and you’ve only just started, eyes half-lidded and hazy as she looks down to meet them.
although it pains you to leave them, you soon shift down nami’s body and past her expertly ravaged chest, shiny with saliva and red-purple marks left on her skin by your needy mouth. swollen lips press against every inch of soft skin that you pass, finally reaching the trail of fine orange hair leading into your girlfriend’s jeans. 
you sit upright in between her legs, deft fingers quickly working at the button and zipper closures at the front of her pants. a mumbled “hips up, sweetheart,” slips from your lips before you tug the material down and off nami’s long legs, throwing them somewhere in the room behind you.
she looks like an angel sent down from heaven just for you, long hair splayed out across the pillows and a pretty pink blush on her cheeks. her breathing is light and fast as result of your teasing, eyebrows creased as she awaits your touch again.
“baby…” she whines, reaching for your hands. they guide yours to her waist, nails clawing at your skin in need. 
“i’ll take care of ya, love. don’t worry your pretty little head.” you move to lay on your side next to nami, slipping an arm under her neck as you pull her into another heated kiss. her muffled moans fill the hotel room as you massage her waist with your other hand, tongues intertwined yet again. you soon begin to feel nami losing focus, the hand once on her waist now grazing the skin just above the apex of her thighs much too distracting for your girlfriend.
“show me where you want my fingers, princess.” you mutter against her lips, the pads of your fingers tapping lightly on her skin as you wait. a smile graces your lips as she pulls away enough to look down, palm enveloping the back of your hand as she trails it down to the gusset of her panties. a low curse slips past your lips as you press on the thin fabric, nami’s juices already soaking the tips of your fingers through her panties.
“touch me,” she demands, though it’s not as threatening when her voice is shaking with need. a quiet laugh from you makes its way to her ears and she huffs indignantly. her soft arms cross against her chest and she turns her head the opposite of you, trying to look as mad as she can when she’s laid out and bare just for you, warm hand resting against her clothed folds.
“i’m sorry nami, baby. you’re just too cute!” you smile, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “but my pretty girl gets what she wants,” your fingers move to press against her neglected clit suddenly, rubbing in circles over the last piece of fabric on her body. a sharp gasp escapes her throat at the feeling, snapping her head back to watch your fingers between her thighs. she squirms in your grasp, clutching on to your arm for dear life as you pleasure her. 
soon enough nami becomes a bit too loud for your liking, heavy breathing and whines surely leaking through the walls of the room. the free hand you have slipped under her neck tilts her jaw up to face you, forcing her to look you in the eyes. her well manicured brows are pinched in pleasure, sweat ever so slightly beginning to form on her soft skin. 
“feel good, love? y’ so pretty like this, so good f’ me.” she moans in response to the praise, hips grinding up to meet your fingertips involuntarily.
“stop teasing me,” she tells you, lips forming a pout. “or i’ll just do it myself!”
a sympathetic smile forms on your lips and you press a kiss to her forehead. “no need, told ya i’d take care of ya, didn’t i?” your lips meet hers as your hand slips beneath her soaked panties, muffling her noises when you resume the fast, tight circles on her clit.
nami yelps right next to your ear as a digit slips into her soaked entrance, barely enough relief for how turned on she is. a lewd squelching noise echos from the apex of her thighs as you work it in and out of her wet cunt, aiming for that one soft and spongy spot. after deeming her stretched enough, you slip another finger in beside the first and continue in exploring her. you grin when nami jolts in your arms as you finally crook your fingers in just the right way, responding to her whines with a moan of your own.
“just like that!” she gasps, long nails digging into your skin as she trembles in your arms. her face is showered in your kisses as you fuck her silly, thumb now pressed against her sensitive clit. her juices soak the sheets and your palm as you work her closer and closer to her high.
“‘atta girl, just let go for me. such a good girl, ‘mi, love ya so much.” you mumble against her temple, unoccupied hand coming up to cup her chest.
she shouts a curse as she cums, back arching beautifully off the bed as your fingers work her through it. praise is continuously murmured in her ear as your hand slows down, parting from her cunt as soon as she starts to twitch in overstimulation. as she comes down from her bliss, kisses are pressed against her temple and cheeks.
“damn…” she sighs, a moment passing before she bursts into breathless giggles. her lips, slicked with spit, meet yours in a messy kiss as she turns in your arms. warmth blooms throughout your body, hot flames dancing in your lower belly as nami’s soft hands grope you through your clothing. the room has gotten considerably hotter since the two of you arrived, the fabric on your body only worsening the feeling.
“o–one sec, ‘mi. ‘s too hot, gotta get this shit off me.” the cotton sheets rustle as you sit up, pulling away from nami’s touch reluctantly. your shirt is quickly thrown on the floor next to her clothes, bra following quickly after. the bed dips as you recline back again, about to reach for the buckle of your belt before nami’s hand grasps yours. 
“let me.” she whispers, situating herself between your legs. her fingers work the leather strap out of the metal slowly, sultry eyes raking down your exposed torso. 
“thought i was supposed to take care ‘f ya today, baby? y’ just want me that bad, don’t ya?” you tease, an eyebrow quirked up as she pauses her progress on your pants. goosebumps begin to form on your flesh as her manicured nails begin to skim the soft skin of your stomach and breasts, paying special attention to the stretch marks decorating your stomach and sides. you stuff down the groan threatening to burst from your chest, eyes falling shut as you sigh in pleasure. 
nami giggles at your obvious enjoyment and trails her hands back down to the button of your pants, opening the closure agonizingly slow. her knuckles drag against the fat of your hips as she tugs the fabric down and off your legs along with your underwear, leaving you bare to her.
“doesn’t mean i can’t have my fun too, yeah?”
she kisses the tuft of soft hair above your clit, wrapping her lips around the sensitive bud only a moment later. the sensation fans the fire ever growing in your belly and you grip her hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail. curses leave your mouth as her pink tongue ravishes your soaked folds, the mixture of your juices and nami’s spit dripping down your ass and on the bed below. her nails dig into your soft skin as she grips onto you, arms wrapped around the thighs caging her head.
a loud groan leaves you as nami licks your weeping hole, eyes half-lidded as she watches your face. your hips begin to thrust up into her mouth as your high approaches fast, hand pushing her face against your cunt harder. 
she mumbles gibberish against your pussy as you fuck her mouth, eyebrows pinched together in ecstasy and eyes teary. she tries to grind her clothed cunt against the heel of her foot to get some relief, the ache in her belly once again too much to bear.
one particularly vulgar moan against your cunt from nami, caused by a rough tug on her hair, sends you over the edge. you make a mess of her face, rutting against her mouth until your body is twitching from overstimulation. her tongue ghosts your glistening folds once more before she crawls up the bed, pressing her messy lips against your own. you can taste yourself as she licks inside your needy mouth, spit dribbling down from the corner as she sucks on your tongue. 
“shit, nami…” you sigh, pulling away to finally breathe. she tries to follow you into another kiss, but you grip her hips and hold her in place before she can. a gasp rips from her throat as you unintentionally grind her down on your hips. you laugh, kissing her cheek before maneuvering her off of you. nami’s back hits the sheets as you sit over her once again, running your hands against her hips and toying with the elastic band of her now ruined panties.
“let’s get these off ya, sweetheart.” a string of her slick connects her pussy to the cotton underwear as you tug them down her legs as quick as possible, throwing them somewhere on the ground. 
before nami can even gather her bearings, your hands push her knees open and up to her chest and thrust your hips, grinding your cunt against hers.
“oh my god!” she squeals loudly, hands tugging you down for a kiss as you hump your dripping pussy against her. she tries to meet your hips with thrusts of her own, chasing her own relief. the sound of skin meeting skin fills the empty air of the hotel room, and you can only pray you don’t have neighbors.
“such a good fuckin’ girl, ‘mi. so pretty like this, getting fucked like ya deserve.” you mumble against her lips before leaning back, watching her puffy nipples bounce in time with your thrusts. her fingers dig into the fat of your ass, nails digging into the skin as she aids your harsh movements against her. you can almost feel her gush at the praise, silky folds glistening in the light of the room.
“just like that!” she gasps, legs twitching in your grasp. your palm moves to press against her lower stomach, holding nami in place as you fuck her to her high. her moans gradually become louder, her grip on you tighter, before she crashes over the edge once more. the feeling of her squirting against your cunt sends you right after her, thighs trembling from exertion. 
you gently set her legs back down on the bed after you help her ride out her high, collapsing next to her immediately after. she moves to press against your body, arm draped over your stomach and tracing hearts into the skin.
“love ya, ‘mi.” she can feel the smile on your lips as you kiss her head, combing your fingers through her messy hair.
extra: 
it’s past midnight when a rapid knocking on the door jolts both of you awake, naked beneath the sheets and pressed against each other. a sigh slips from your mouth as you can make out usopp’s panicked voice just outside in the hall. after throwing on whatever is closest, you stumble to the door as nami watches on from under the covers, eyes bleary with sleep.
“luffy got into it with some marines, we gotta…” he trails off as he takes in your appearance, sloppily dressed and covered in hickeys. he shakes his head and sighs, rubbing his temples. “you look like a rabid cat got to your neck, but whatever! we gotta go!”
“i guess one did, in a way,” you laugh, pointing your thumb behind you towards the orange haired girl still in bed. she sends a wave to the man at your door.
he sighs again.
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koshimar · 3 months
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Happy New Year! 🎉✨
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The translation may be a little wrong. I apologize in advance. I'm using a translator. Perhaps for some it has not yet arrived, but for me it’s already time). It's time to take stock of the past year!
ᅠHonestly, I didn’t expect it to be so eventful. I managed to make a bunch of new friends and acquaintances, entered a new fandom, caught a hyperfix for pizza 💥 (And this fix won’t go away soon. And in any case, I’m very happy about it) set up a new social network and began to draw and sketch many times more often. For me personally, this is very productive, especially in terms of communication. Previously, this circle consisted of only +- 3 people, and did not become larger… But now! There are a lot of you! And I love everyone very much ❤️. I am truly glad that I met all of you and we continue to communicate! For me, this is like a very huge step forward for a number of reasons. There were many ups and downs, gloomy and sunny days. A little bit of everything, but meaningful in its own way.
ᅠI wish everyone happiness in the new year, very, very much health, strong nerves and that all dreams, from the smallest to the largest, will certainly come true! May the next year bring only good things to everyone ❤️✨.
Happy New Year!!! 🎉🎉 I love everyone very much!!!! ❤️
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zoros-sheath · 1 year
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Sweet Dreams Pt. 2
❀ ZoroxF!Reader ❀
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❀ N.SFW ❀ 2.8k Words ❀
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Zoro is definitely avoiding you. After hunting the notorious pirate hunter down yourself, you attempt to confront him on his attitude, only for him to explain it the only way a man of few words knew how. But is it all just another of the dreams haunting him, or reality?
CW: Vaginal sex, public sex
• Read from the beginning: Sweet Dreams Masterlist
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An entire week had passed, and you had finally become painfully aware of the lengths Zoro had gone to avoiding you.
The first few days were a little harder to notice. The Sunny had docked on a new shore, and everyone was going back and forth between the two towns on the island, stocking up and sightseeing. You and Zoro did not have to do anything together by any means, as you two were still rather independent people. On the fourth day of not seeing him for more than a minute and exchanging a few basic sentences, it had hit you that he was not coming to bed at all. When you would go look for him, he was no where to be found.
You could feel the old agitation setting in, and on the fifth night the nightmares returned. After another night of restless and uncomfortable sleep, you became exhausted and exasperated with everything. The others were clearly aware that you had not doing been well. You did not want to lie to them, or admit the problem, so instead you ignored any and all questioning of your current state of being. Your focus was elsewhere anyway, you had to confront Zoro.
The dawn of the seventh day was barely shining when you set out from the Sunny on your search for the green-haired swordsman. You’d already checked the ship, and he was not there, nor did Brook see him during his watch that night. It was obvious that he had not returned the day before, so one of the two towns were the only places he could be. Your mind was already flip-flopping between worst case scenarios and the possiblity that this was all just your own built up paranoia. The only thing you knew for sure was that if he had been lost this whole time, you were going to kill him.
You only stopped once during your search to get a small bite to eat at midday, asking anyone who would give you the time if they had seen someone meeting the general description of the Zoro. Finally thinking you had caught a break, someone who worked at the tavern in the town over told you he saw the man book a room last night. Luckily it was not a far distance, and the man offered to take you on his ostrich cart, a common form of transportation on that particular island.
The sun had begun to drop further in the evening as you waved to the man, thanking him for his assistance and further direction toward the tavern. It was still on the other side of town from where you were dropped off, and you tried not to run in your anticipation. There was a fluttering in your gut that was making you pick up your pace, feeling like each step dropped you further and further into the ground.
What would you even say to him? You’d been searching high and low for the man all day, was that going to seem clingy? Maybe Zoro just wanted to see the sights, and he did prefer to do things alone. The ship could be confining, even stifling at times, and him wanting some solitude would not be out of the question. Your strides began to slow, hands fiddling together a bit as you walked. What right did you have to try and monopolize his time? There, dead in the street, your feet stopped.
“What am I even doing?”
You could feel your face getting hot, now debating if you should even continue. Bitting your lip, you could see your destination in view. Your temples were vibrating with the force of your anxiety, lungs unable to properly fill fully with air, causing your extremities to go numb. It felt like your eyes had dried out when you finally blinked, cheeks warm from embarrassment when you realized what you had been doing all day.
As you turned on your feet to leave, a glint between two buildings caught your eye. When you looked back at it, you saw the familiar silhouette of a man hunched over, arms folded across his chest and three swords hugged in them. His head bobbed slightly due to his snoring as his three earrings caught the light of the setting sun.
That urge to kill him came rushing back to the surface.
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After taking care of himself elsewhere on the ship that night to the thought of rutting into you so hard between your legs that he would threaten to snap you in half, Zoro had not been able to look you. He could not figure out if it was shame or knowing that if you made direct eye contact with him, he’d jump out of his clothes right there and take you on the deck. Even the hint of your perfume was sending him into a near frenzy, and attempting to occupy himself with training or meditation did nothing to distract his mind.
But no matter when he closed his eyes long enough to fall asleep, you appeared to him. Naked. Tempting. Inviting. Each dream more deliciously sinful than the last. He was going mad, and tending to himself only left him ravenous for more. Dreaming and fantasizing of sex with you became the vexation of his existence.
If it weren’t for this island he had yet to bother to learn the name of (or probably didn’t even hear it—in his defense, he’s been distracted,) the green-haired man would have ripped the ship apart in an effort to quell this need that had been welling up inside of him. Zoro counted himself fortunate that, while not the most populated island they had visited, they had their own issues with small time thugs and miscreants. He was able to chase down and beat the living crap out of the lot, and it helped that he made a little extra beri out of the deal.
On the nights he was able to make it back to the Sunny, he would just avoid you altogether—it was not that hard. Or so he told himself. The habit induced magnetic pull to your door became the siren call he was struggling to plug his ears from. Hearing your laugh around the corner or seeing the way your hair tossed over your year as you tucked it made his heart beat to a rhythm he was unfamiliar with. It was confusing, but he knew for sure that the sexual attraction was there. He valued your companionship just as he did anyone else on the crew, but he did not have these haunting dreams about the others—god forbid.
So what made this different?
The fourth night he stood in front of your bedroom door, hearing your strained breathing on the other side, he could tell you were struggling to sleep. Zoro’s hands balled into fists at his sides, the whole of his consciousness screaming at him to open that door and hold you close. Not a word would have to be uttered, and yet it would calm the storm that had become his mental state the last few days. It was what he needed. It was what you needed.
Then why could he not fucking move?
He finally let out the breath he had been holding and turned away, gathering up his swords and heading off the ship.
Zoro just kept walking. He reached the second town and found himself lost. Somehow, he had wandered into the local tavern, which for him was a miracle considering it was a straight path from the port on the main road. He was able to catch the kitchen just before the closed for a meal, then got a room for the night. Exhaustion took hold of him, as the erotic trances he had been in while asleep left very little actual rest behind. It was the first night he had not dreamt of sleeping with you. However, you still plagued his dreams, this time in an even worse way. He watched helplessly as you cried and screamed without sound, reaching out for him, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move to save you.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Zoro knew what he had to do. He gathered his things and made his way for the Sunny.
He first came to the complete opposite side of the island, a sheer cliff face with nothing but the crashing waves on the rocks below. Then he was in a field of ostriches of various colors. Some of them had hats, and others were overly aggressive, pecking at him and chasing him off. After ending up back at the tavern, back at the cliffs, and then at a different beach somewhere on the island he had not seen, he finally made it back to the ship.
“Y/N? She left hours ago,” Nami was tending to her tangerines, not even giving Zoro a second glance, “Headed into town around sunrise. Didn’t really say where she was going, but she’s in one of her moods again, so look out.”
The swordsman was pretty sure she had said something else, but he was already heading back off into the throngs of people.
He repeated the process of going from one side of the island to the other, to the other. His legs finally gave out on him and Zoro ducked into an alleyway. Dropping down into the dirt, he rested his arms on his knees, swords balanced between his legs. Closing his eyes with a sigh, he laid his head back against the cold brick.
“Where are you…?”
"RORONOA ZORO! YOU BASTARD!”
He jolted awake, looking all around until he saw you standing before him, hands on your hips and legs spread as you leaned down to be closer to his face. Your eyes were full of indignation and fury. Nami had warned that your temper was raging, but he had no idea it was apparently directed at him.
“Me?!” he struggled to get to his feet, dusting himself off, “What the hell did I do!? I’ve been looking all over for you!”
You folded your arms when he stood, a look of disbelief and exasperation crossing your features, “Yeah, you are really working hard on that search. Kinda hard to find me in your dreams when we are in reality, Roronoa,” you only used his last name when you were upset with him.
Zoro rolled his eyes, “Don’t be such a bitch. I was taking a short break. What the hell d’ya even want from me?!”
Both of your eyes truly met for the first time in days. You looked tired, and you yourself could see the dark lines under his eyes and how deeply the wrinkles of his furrowed brow folded in on themselves. Both of your were agitated, and you finally dropped your arms, then threw them up, “You know what, I don’t even care anymore. It doesn’t matter. I am going back to the Sunny!”
The man growled, “Hey! What the fuck!? Don’t be such a brat!”
“No, YOU don’t be such a brat!” you turned on him as quick as a thrown dagger, jabbing him in the chest with your finger, “You barely speak to me for days, you don’t come to bed at night, and then I find out you’ve been sleeping elsewhere, just fine it seems, by the by! When I—when I…”
You could feel the tears threatening to make their presence known. Pressing your lips together, you and turned your head, praying he could not tell you were about to cry as you choked your feelings down before they spilled forth freely, “Just forget it,” you finally turned away from him, hands clenching hard enough to leave nail imprints, “None of it matters anyway…”
Zoro watched as you began to walk away, his last nightmare of you screaming and there being nothing he could do about it flashing before his eyes. This time, he would not just stand there and do nothing.
“Y/N, Wait!”
He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you back into the alley with him, pinning you against the brick as the last of the evening sun caught your face. Zoro remained in the shadows, fitting for how he had been feeling from avoiding you. His eyes roamed your face, a flushed pink spreading across his as his intense gaze met yours. The man could see that your expression also turned hot, as if you could read his mind and see what had plagued him the last few nights.
“Do you want to know why?” you struggled weakly against his hold as he pressed himself closer to you, his lips a breath’s width away from yours, “Why I can’t even look at you? Why I can’t stand—” his knee separated your legs, spreading you with his thigh as he pressed it against your heat “—to be in your presence?”
You gulped a bit, not expecting this at all. However, your body reacted instantly, welcoming his forceful nature. It was as if you knew this was how it would happen, craved it even. Sucking your lower lip between your teeth, you turned your head away as if you were offering your neck up to him as a sacrifice. With your heart fluttering so hard in your chest, you could not answer him.
Zoro leaned in, his voice deep and breathy, a tone that struck deep in your gut, “I can’t even close my eyes without envisioning your body on mine. Naked. Taunting me with your greedy little cunt, begging for my cock,” his teeth grazed your neck, you gasped in response. His good eye saw the still-healing bruise where he had left his mark the other night, “I was dreaming of you when I gave you this, and I haven’t stopped dreaming of you since…”
Trembling against his body, you felt your juices flowing to your neathers against his leg, soaking his pants through your underwear and skirt. You choked a gasp as he lightly bit the same spot again, slowly rolling your hips against his thigh, “Z-Zoro—!”
His teeth released your supple flesh and he moved up your neck, peppering it in light kisses, his hot breath up to your ear, “Yet here you are, a lost lamb before a starved beast baring its fangs, and you dare blame me?” The man’s lips brushed the rim of your ear, hands finally releasing yours as he moved them to grip your hips instead. Your hands moved to touch him back, caressing his chest, his shoulders, delighting in the powerful muscles beneath your fingers. You did not stop rocking your hips against him, letting out a shaky moan.
“Then devour me whole, Zoro… Stop making me wait.”
Slamming his lips against yours, he breathed harshly through his nose and began to remove any clothing that was in the way as you both deepened the kiss. Lips, tongues, fingers, hands, all in a frenzy until his member was free from his pants and you helped him position himself against your dripping entrance. With a euphoric shriek from you that he drowned out with his tongue, he finally sunk you down onto his cock, groaning at the feeling of your slick walls welcoming him, hot and pulsing. It did not take long for him to push all the way in, starting a slow rhythm as he pressed your body into the wall.
“Oh, Fuck… Zoro!—Zoro!”
Your pants and cries were like music, setting a rhythm he followed obediently. Zoro no longer cared if anyone saw the two of you there out in the open. The swordsman became drunk on the feeling of you all around him, numb to the world, numb to any sense or reason the more you called his name. He craved this moment, living in the feeling of your gummy walls beckoning him further and further inside you.
“Zoro!”
“Zoro!”
“RORONOA ZORO!”
His eyes snapped open as a line of drool from his mouth caught his shoulder. His body was cold against the dirt of the ground on his ass and the stone on his back, but more so from the ice that filled his veins from the sobering realization he was dreaming yet again. When he turned his head to see who had called him, you were standing right there, staring back at him.
However, unlike his dream, you were further away, angry and upset. You did not approach him and it took him a moment to scramble to his feet.
“I—Y/N…”
The look on your face was a knife in the pit of his soul. You looked defeated, and worse, disappointed. Turning, you silently walked away, taking what little support was left of his sanity with you.
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AN: Sorry not sorry, this will end in a three parter. I did not actually plan it that way, it just kinda happened.
Thank you all for your kind words and reblogs and likes! The last few days have been rather hard, and you guys have helped me keep going. I would apologize for being a slow writer, but eh. Hope you all enjoy this one!
A special thank you to my bestie for beta reading for me. YOU THE BESTEST BISH THIS BISH COULD ASK FOR!
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enhaloves · 11 months
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When the flowers bloom
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Jake x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: A fun and cute Lego flowers date with Jake! masterlist
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It was a sunny afternoon which called for a picnic date by the river downtown. You and your boyfriend made it a hobby to tire yourselves out with dates like going to the movies, checking new restaurants, library dates, café hopping and so much more. But having a picnic was not yet included in the list. 
“Love, do you wanna go out with me?” You asked your boyfriend who’s busy scrolling through his phone. Both of you were glued to the bed all day so it was not a bad idea to go outside. He looked at you and raised his brows.
“Why? I’m already going out with you.” He replies while biting down his lower lips, anticipating your reaction. This made your heart crush in a good way but you were not about to flirt with your bf this minute. Rolling your eyes, you hit his ankles which made him giggle. (I’M NEVER OKAY WHEN HE GIGGLES ISTG)
“Do you want to go out? Love?” He says, not forgetting to mention the word that just makes you want to float around and scream. 
You looked at him and noticed the unsure look on his face. You guessed he was not in the mood to do anything at the moment. But you had something planned out, and you didn’t know how long it would take him before he found that surprise, so you had to do it today. 
“Yeah, I kinda have a plan...” You were starting to doubt your idea. His expression changed to one of puzzlement. “What is it?” He asks delightfully. You cleared your throat, scared that you’d break his expectations. Now you were 70% close to not pushing through the idea. 
“Uhmmm... A picnic date maybe? BUT it’s fine if you don’t want to, I know you just want to rest toda-” You were cut off when he placed his hand over your mouth to shut you up. He looks at you lovingly and giggles one more time (I’M NOT OKAY) before standing up and getting both your arms, forcing you to stand up too. He then places your arms around his waist, pulling you in for a hug. He sways you around slightly before kissing the top of your head.
“Don’t be anxious when you want to ask me something. I’m sure it’ll be lovely. Even if it’s not, I’ll still do it if it makes you happy, love.” He gives you one more sway before letting go. “Get dressed. I’ll go and pack food.” He leaves the room, leaving you frozen. It was during these times that your love for him was just overflowing.
Eventually, you get dressed like he said and packs the essentials. You went and grabbed one of your stocked blankets, which was big enough for the both of you. You folded it and put it inside a paper bag, that had the surprise inside. It was the main star of the day. You were strolling around the mall on one of your dates when you found these cute Lego flowers and you just had to buy them. Not to mention your boyfriend’s undying love for Legos. You managed to secretly purchase it, and now it was time to finally show it. 
When you went outside of the room, you spot Jake, seated on the couch with a basket beside him. He raised his eyes from his phone to you and smiled. “You look lovely.  I’ll change my clothes, then we’re set to go.” He stands up and goes to the room, but he managed to kiss your cheeks when he walked past you. This made your heart skip a beat. It always does.
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“Thank you for suggesting this, Love. I really needed this.” Jake said, admiring the river view, his hair dancing with the air majestically. How does he do this?
You quickly laid down the blanket, feeling good about this. Everything was set. The air, the food, the view, your boyfriend. Literally everything you could ask for in life. 
Both of you were silent, but not awkwardly silent. It was comforting. You enjoyed each other’s company.
You stood up, realizing it was the perfect time to do it. Jake was quietly staring at you, looking confused. When you took out the Lego box, his face lit up, and the smile on his face was adorable. He snatched the box from your hands and read the packaging, his smile not failing to drop. 
You watched him with adored eyes as you watched him inspect the box happily, even giggling a bit. (I REPEAT, I’M NOT OKAY).
He stands up and gives you the tightest hug ever. You had to forcefully push him away because you couldn’t breath. His eyes glisten looking straight through your eyes. “I love you” he says softly, half whispering. You cupped his face and kissed his nose. “Anything for you, Love. Shall we start?” You asked him excitedly. He nods quickly and grabs your hand, leading you back to the blanket. “We shall.”
You spent the rest of the afternoon trying to build the set, arguing a few times before completing it.
“To my dearest, Lover.” He says handing you the Lego flowers with the sweetest smile. “Why, thank you, lovely sir.” You played along, accepting the flowers. You both laughed and fell into a quiet void. Just staring at each other until one of you melts. 
He drags himself beside you and lays on your lap. You played with his hair, and he squinted his eyes in return. “Just like these Lego flowers, my love for you will never wither”.
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