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two’s a crowd, three’s a party !
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content & warnings: fem!reader, ace & sabo are surfers, adult content (oral, f. receiving, handjob, fingering, breastplay, exhibitionism) mdni
author’s note: one piece theme saur why nawt, also yes sabo is british to me 🫠
at the beach ! ft. ace & sabo
All eyes were on you as you strode onto the beach. You’d reserved a recliner and you were planning on soaking up some rays.
It was some much-needed R&R after the hectic work schedule you’d had the entirety of the year.
There were some familiar faces from the resort as you lowered your sunglasses and rested on the lounger.
You’d bumped into the pretty blond with a burn mark across his left eye at the resort you were staying at.
He was standing by the tides with a man around his height, they were both tan and you remembered Sabo — the blond with the British accent telling you they were here for a few weeks now.
The man beside him had tousled black hair and the cutest freckles, you bit the inside of your cheek as the two of them kept glancing at you.
He told you his friend was called Ace and they always grew up around water. Whether it was the waterfalls hidden in the mountains, the wide lakes or beaches like this.
You shook your head as you snickered to yourself. They seemed to be vying for your attention with the tricks they were doing on their surfboards.
After you made some headway in your book, you decided to make your way to change into your swimsuit properly.
That was until a soaking wet hand gripped your wrist. You almost yelped in fear but you calmed down when you were greeted by the handsome freckled friend up close.
“You scared me!” You tutted, snatching your wrist away.
“Jeez, I’m sorry.” He said with a sheepish smile, eyes forming into mini crescents. “You were givin’ me and Sabo the eyes back there, now you’re leavin’ us out in the cold?”
You snickered. It was funny seeing these two men get so sulky because you weren’t folding so easily.
“Eh? What did you want me to do? I can’t surf.”
“We could teach you!”
Yeah, you could imagine their ‘teaching’ and how handsy they’d get. Hands on your hips. He looks like an ass man.
“Sure. Maybe next time.” You said airily as you turned away but you were practically ambushed by Sabo who was backing you up into Ace.
You turned to look at them each, they were practically salivating at you.
“Or why don’t we just cut to the chase and take what we want?” Sabo chuckled darkly as he pressed you into Ace.
“Sounds like a good idea.” Ace replied with a smirk.
Tugged into the beach hut, Sabo locked the door.
“We’re gonna have to be quick.” You murmured as he almost immediately captured your lips.
Fluttering your eyes closed, you settled your hand on the nape of Sabo’s neck.
You gasped as you felt Ace begin to palm and knead your tits over the bikini top, it nearly made your knees give out.
“Anybody interrupts and I’ll tell ‘em to fuck off.” Ace said bluntly as his mouth latched onto the side of your throat teeth grazing, practically digging his fingers into the flesh of your breasts.
You whined into Sabo’s mouth at Ace’s ministrations, and he used it as an opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue.
Sabo used his free hand to untie the indigo and turquoise patterned sarong watching it clatter onto the ground, licking his lips at your panty-clad mound.
You hissed when his thumb pressed against the fabric, and he revelled in the dampness, placing a tender kiss on your inner thigh as he used his thumb to tug your panties off.
“I think she likes that..” Ace remarked triumphantly between hot, wet kisses he laved across your collarbone, moving upwards to your neck.
“Course she does…was playin’ all hard to get, doesn’t she know we love to spoil a gorgeous girl?” Sabo responded smugly.
Ace cupped your jaw to turn you to face him. The entirety of the sensitive skin around your throat was tingling and coated in his saliva with bite marks.
You whimpered as Sabo gave an experimental stroke to gather the juices from between your thighs, pulling his fingers from your wet heat, bringing them up to his mouth, sucking them clean obnoxiously as his gaze remained locked onto yours.
You could barely focus, your mind was lost in a pleasurable haze from their actions. Your arm draped around Ace’s neck to keep your balance.
“Easy, baby…” Ace cooed as he bit your earlobe, twirling his tongue around the shell of your ear. “Don’t go passin’ out on us. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
He was powering through the way his arousal was throbbing painfully, your moans, the breathy and wet sounds of your kisses and the way you felt in his grip was too much for him.
There was a collective gasp from you both as your hand reached down his swimming trunks, and his hips jerked involuntarily, pushing his length into your hand, almost begging for more contact.
Sabo’s index and forefinger parted your folds to expose your swollen clit and his tongue swept across the sensitive nub causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head with a groan, sending shivers down your spine.
Through the lust fog, your thumb smeared the precum leaking from Ace’s tip, he whimpered losing his composure and Lothario-esque facade as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
Safe to say, there was a pretty long queue outside that cotton candy pink beach hut.
author’s note: thank u for reading! interactions & reblogs are always appreciated 💘
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— ★ TRYNA THREEWAY WITH HIS ROOMIE // JEAN KIRSTEIN & CONNIE SPRINGER
content & warnings: fem!reader, reader is kinda ditzy bimbo x sunshine, modern au, reader, jean and connie are all in their mid twenties, jean and connie are roommates, reader is in an established relationship with jean but connie has a crush on her, porn no plot, smut mdni (breastplay, groping, oral. f & m receiving, piv protected sex — backshots from connie lawl, cum swallowing, degradation — connie n jean both kinda mean calling reader a whore n slut but not overboard, they both compete during it) look at them 😵💫
author’s note: fine, i’ll do it myself cos some of yall forgot jean and connie are best friends! also this is just kinda smutty so not my best work 🚶🏽♂️ also dis was inspired by a tiktok edit of connie n jean to paper soldier by brent faiyaz but i lost it 😔😔
word count: 2.4k
“Oi, oi, where are you going?” Jean asked, lips swollen and smeared in lipgloss as Connie got up from the couch.
“I’m tapping out for the night bro. I promise you I got better things to do than watch you eat your girl’s face off.” Connie replied in a wry tone.
Saturday nights were always movie nights for Jean and Connie. Well, it was originally Jean, Connie and Sasha but Sasha moved in with her boyfriend.
Ever since you and Jean began to date, they were always cut short since Jean just could not for the life of him keep his hands to himself if you were in the same vicinity as him.
Connie thought you were a good match for Jean.
Jean had a stick up his ass the majority of the time, but when you swooped in the perpetual scowl etched into his features gradually faded away.
And there was no denying you were sexy.
He had pangs of guilt when he bumped into you in the kitchen Sunday mornings, Jean fast asleep and you were at the coffee machine.
It was out of his control, the way his mouth went dry and his cock twitched at your ass and hard nipples peeking through one of Jean’s baggy shirts that draped to your knees, but managed to settle just above the curve of your backside.
It was just difficult not to stare. He settled on trying to be cold and distant but when you said as a passing comment to Jean you thought Connie didn’t like you, he nearly kicked his ass.
“You make my girl upset and I’ll break your jaw.” Jean hissed.
“Jeez, I got it!” Connie grumbled, rolling his eyes as his thumbs whirled over the joysticks of the controller. He knew Jean could do that but he never took him seriously.
“I’m being serious, Con. She was real torn up about it.” Jean said sternly.
Connie was getting sick of Jean. He let out a sigh as he paused the game to turn to face his best friend.
“Hypothetically speaking, why is it such a big deal if I didn’t like her? Huh?”
Jean groaned.
“She’s a little sensitive. But that’s just how I like her alright? How’d you feel if I was being a dick to your girl?” Jean responded, scowling.
Connie pursed his lips together. Jean did have a point.
Back to current events, he eyed you as you were perched on Jean’s thigh.
“You jealous, Connie?~” You teased in a sing-song as you ruffled Jean’s sandy brown tresses.
“He got a pretty girl and don’t know how to act no more.” He chuckled to himself. “Try n keep the noise down.”
“I’d let her fuck you, y’know.” Jean said with a smirk.
Connie’s jaw went slack, disbelieving what he had just heard right now.
“…Huh?”
“Well, yeah.” Jean shrugged. “My baby thinks you’re cute, and I’d let her do anything she wants. Right, honey?” Jean said airily, as he leaned in to bite your neck, causing you to jolt and giggle in his lap.
“Jean..!” You whined, sensitive to the graze of his sharp teeth.
“You’ve gotta be messing with me right now.” Connie said, struggling to keep composure as all his prior fantasies of you hit him like a truck.
“No, Con..”
Why do you say his name like that? Connie internally cried to himself. It wasn’t helping douse the flame of his attraction to you whatsoever.
“I think you’re a cutie pie. I wanna have some fun too, I think you’d both do a good job of spoiling me, huh?” You beamed, your hand on the nape of Jean’s neck as you raked your fingers through the ends of his mullet.
Jean dug the heel of his palm into your clothed core, eliciting a moan from you.
“See how sexy she sounds, Con?” Jean grinned wolfishly as he continued to apply pressure, making you squirm and involuntarily buck your hips into his hand, seeking more. “You wanna make her moan too?”
Connie was in a state of complete and utter disbelief. Regardless, his eyes glazed over as he nodded.
“That’s my guy.” Jean said triumphantly, within an instant, he threw you into the air and caught you bridal style, laughter overtaking your body as you draped your arms around Jean’s neck.
The dim light of the bedside table in Jean’s bedroom illuminated both of the men’s eyes.
You were just so damn gorgeous, they stood side by side as you looked at them coquettishly through your lashes.
You began to pull down the straps of your romper, sliding it off until it was around your waist.
Connie felt as if he died and gone to heaven when he gaped at your bare chest.
“Which one of you wanna start..?” You questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, thrilled at the idea of both of them about to treat you.
Jean patted Connie’s back.
“Go on. Make my princess moan, hm?” He chuckled, as he began to tug his navy blue shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, revealing his lithe and toned figure.
Connie’s tongue dragged over his lips as he fully took in your appearance.
It wasn’t as if Connie was some inexperienced virgin with no play. It was just an uncanny situation.
Jean and you were so eager to do this, he felt as if there had to be some sort of catch.
“Hi handsome…” You cooed as Connie got on his knees on the carpet of the bedroom, between your legs, you gently smoothed his head and rested your hand on the nape of his neck. “Strip for me?”
He nodded, instantly discarding his shirt and shrugging out of his shorts until he was in his boxers.
“Ah, so there is a bit of muscle here?” You smiled as your palm slid down Connie’s broad chest. You raked your nails across his skin, earning a soft grunt from him.
“Not as good as mine though, huh babe?” Jean chuckled.
“Shut. Up.” Connie said through gritted teeth, then turned his attention back to you.
Testing the waters, Connie settled his hands on the bare skin of your hips, it wasn’t some sort of wet dream. This was reality, so he gripped your flesh, as his brown eyes took you in.
You were gazing at him so fondly, his heart was racing and the tips of his ears went red.
“Just do what comes naturally, okay?” You reassured him as you stroked the back of his neck again.
“…Okay, Y/N.”
Connie fluttered his eyes shut as he began to gently peck upwards along your soft stomach.
You let out a content sigh.
“Con…” You breathed out, revelling in his soft touch. It spurred him on, and Connie felt accomplished that something small already made you so reactive.
Jean grinned as he leaned in, standing next to the bed to press his lips against your neck, his hand wandering down your body to cup your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“Keep goin’ Con, she’s liking it.” Jean chuckled as you mewled and scrunched your eyes shut.
Connie nodded and latched his mouth onto the other breast, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue as his hands still gripped your hips.
He felt more bold now, and he yanked the romper off completely.
“No panties?” Connie chuckled darkly, as he licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, slightly slimy from your arousal from both of their ministrations. “Who knew your girl was so dirty?”
“Why do you think I’m all over her?” Jean responded as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, his thumb and forefinger gripping your jaw. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you honey?”
You nodded, mind dazed from the pleasure and dirty words.
“Mhm, yes…I’m a slut.” You mustered out.
Connie felt a bit more eased in, his apprehension and frigidness fading away.
He looked up at you with a grin, big brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he spread your legs apart, giving your inner thighs a gentle lick and kissing them.
“Please…” You whimpered.
Jean grinned against your neck.
“Please, what, baby? You want us to keep going?" He took one of your earlobes between his teeth and tugged gently. “Tell us what you want."
“Want you both…make me feel good.” You breathed out shakily.
“You heard her, Jean.” Connie grinned.
Connie was in his element. He loved going down on a girl. He was smiling from ear to ear as he was given a front view of your slick folds.
His breath fanned over your wet heat, and your eyebrows furrowed together in impatience.
“Stop teasin’!” You whined.
“Jean, is she always this impatient?” Connie snorted, amused by how desperate you were.
“It’s cute..” Jean shook his head laughing. “But yeah, my princess is pretty spoilt.”
Connie delved in between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit eagerly, weaving expertly within the crevices of your wet flesh.
Your moans only spurred him on even more, he latched on and sucked harshly. Connie grinned deviously at the sound of your desperate pleas.
He teased you more before leaning down to lavishly kiss and lick between your thighs.
Jean still palming and kneading your breasts, sliding his large hands along your sides pinching your nipples as he worked to fulfil you.
Connie’s tongue played along your folds, circling your clit a few times, he was overjoyed with the way your body reacted to his every touch and tease.
“Don’t forget about me, baby.” Jean murmured as he tilted your head up to meet your lips hungrily, moving against you as he sucked your lower lip.
Pleasure circulated through your veins as the two men were consumed with satisfying you.
“Con…” You groaned as you felt your high approach you. “S’close.”
Connie grinned and quickened his movements, licking and sucking on your clit, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.
"Just let go, princess," He whispered against you, his tongue and lips still working away. "We've got you."
Your voice was hoarse as you sobbed, and your hips bucked violently. Body shuddering as a stream of clear liquid gushed into Connie’s mouth.
“That’s it, there we go…” Jean grinned triumphantly as he felt your body go limp in his arms.
He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.
“Let it all out for me." Connie murmured encouragingly.
“Alright, alright. Get to the back.” Jean chuckled. “How sweet does she taste?”
Connie stood up from his knees, savoring your essence.
“Nothing like it.” He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
You and Jean shared a look, and you immediately despite being shaky from the intense orgasm, got on all fours on the mattress.
Jean crouched to cup the side of your face as he pecked your lips.
“Eyes on me, baby. Remember who you belong to.”
“I know, Jean…” You mumbled.
“Good girl..” He smiled as he kissed you once more. “You’re doin’ so well. Isn’t she, Con?”
Connie nodded, as he fumbled for a condom and rolled it over his length throbbing.
“The best.”
Connie trailed kisses down your back, stopping at the small of your back causing you to shiver.
Pulling down his boxers, his hardening cock springing free Jean stroked himself a few times.
“You ready for us, angel?” Jean whispered huskily.
“Yes, I want you both.”
“Course you do, you little whore.” Connie cackled as he smacked your ass, biting his lip at the recoil.
Your eyes met Jean’s as you fisted his girthy cock, your thumb rubbing and giving kitten licks to the sensitive skin earning a guttural groan right from his chest.
You almost paused as from behind, you felt Connie teasingly rub his latex-covered length along your slit.
“F-fuck! CONNIE!” You gasped out, pussy still sensitive from his mouth earlier.
“Shit, Con..” Jean chuckled, voice strained as he felt your breath on his slit. “You’re behind and she’s still calling your name.”
“Guess I’m her fave.” Connie smirked as he finally slid into your warm, wet walls.
“Y-you wish.” You mustered out, but you couldn’t deny Connie had surprised you.
You took Jean into your mouth and his fingers tangled in your hair.
“Shit, princess…” Jean heaved out as your tongue swirled around, making his cock slick with your saliva.
Connie began to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast, you were reduced to incoherent babbling.
“You like that, baby?" Connie growled hotly against your ear, wanting to one-up Jean. "You want more?"
“S’much more..!”
“You're so fucking sexy." He panted out between thrusts.
Jean moaned softly as you sucked him off, his fingers tangling violently in your hair.
Connie grunted as he continued to thrust into you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.
"Fuck, angel," Jean growled through gritted teeth. "You're so damn good at this. That mouth of yours."
Jean’s fingers gripped with each bob of your head. His eyes were dark with desire and he watched you hungrily as Connie fucked you relentlessly.
“Let me finish in that mouth, honey.” Jean stuttered, feeling his high approach him.
"I'm gonna cum. Swallow it, baby. Take it all." Jean’s teeth sinking into his lower lip as he reached his climax, his warm seed spilling into your waiting mouth.
He panted and stroked your cheek gently as he came down from his orgasm, his softening length sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.
Without hesitation, you swallowed his cum. Jean gave a greasy smile as his thumb slipped past your lips, prying your jaw open.
“All gone, huh?” Jean grinned, admiring your tongue. “Such a dirty girl.”
You screwed your eyes shut as Connie drove deeper inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.
Your fists bunched up the sheets as Connie groaned.
The both of your moans blending simultaneously reached the peak of their pleasure, Connie spilling into the latex.
He gasped as Jean pulled you towards him, the loss of warmth making you whimper as Jean pulled you close onto him.
Your arms draped over Jean’s shoulders as you felt overwhelmed in a good way.
Jean began to kiss your temple and rubbed small circles into your back.
“Feel good, princess…?” Jean smiled as he stroked your cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
You nodded, then turned to Connie with a lazy grin.
“But he was my fave.” You giggled, Jean pinching your hip.
“Hey!”
author’s note: showed connie a bit more love in this since i barely write for his ass & we have enough horse cock in this blog. if u reached this far tysm for reading, reblogs & interactions r always appreciated
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— ★ CAPTAINS AS WORK HUSBANDS
content & warnings: fem!reader, post time skip, changed daichi to a firefighter because fuck the police (idea courtesy of deja 😁), kind of suggestive in oikawa & kuroo’s ones, fluff & crack
featuring: various captains (that i’m more familiar with): daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima & toru oikawa
author’s note: my first written thingie for haikyuu, i’m so nervous i made them ooc ;-; ik i’m late but i really went from supporting my kuroo harem mooties from the sidelines to joining. divider credit to @/xxbimbobunnyxx
daichi sawamura:
Working with Daichi Sawamura was comparable to smooth sailing.
Usually, your colleagues, seniors and juniors could come to the agreement you were exhausting to work with considering your tendencies to play by the book.
No exceptions.
Regardless, the past few weeks of organizing assemblies for schools around the prefecture regarding fire safety with Daichi had been…pleasant?
It was going to be the last assembly and this time it was for the fifth and sixth graders, you and Daichi were sitting in your office tidying up the paperwork.
“It’s late…how are you getting home?” He questioned.
“Oh…the trains are still running. I’m saving up for a car.” You said with an uneasy laugh, a little embarrassed.
“Nonsense, I can drop you home.” Daichi smiled.
“No, no Daichi. I don’t want you to go through all that trouble, thank you for the offer.” You said sheepishly, overwhelmed by the kind offer.
“I wouldn’t feel right about a woman going home this late at night. It’s no trouble for me, at all.”
A sliver of mischief overtook you.
“What? You think cos I’m a woman I’m too fragile to go home by myself?”
Daichi gave you a vacant look before panic set into his system.
“What?! No, no! I don’t think that women are very- No, YOU are more than capable-"
“Daichi, I was kidding.” You giggled. “Honestly, I think it’s sweet you have that chivalrous nature to you. Too many men on the trains give me the creeps anyway.”
He drove a modest car. It suited him. Reliable and not too flashy.
There was an air of melancholy as this would be the last time you’d work together.
As he killed the engine when you directed him to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he gave you a warm smile.
“I really enjoyed working with you.” He said.
“I could say the same..” You replied.
“Forgive me for getting ahead of myself…but I don’t want this to be the end.”
“Huh..?”
“I want to keep seeing you. Would…you like that?” He asked, voice cautious not to overstep.
But you nodded.
“I’d love to keep seeing you. I enjoy your company, Daichi.”
Two people in their late twenties, blushing wildly as their fingers brushed over the gearstick.
tetsurō kuroo:
“I can see you, you know.” You said in a wry tone, your fingers flying over the keyboard and your eyes fixated on the screen of the PC.
“And here I thought I was a stealth master.” Kuroo said in mock defeat as he stopped peeking from the doorway and headed towards your desk. “Alright, tell me. What gave it away?”
“It’s kinda hard to miss that rooster haircut of yours.” You responded. “Not to mention the fact you have to bend over not to bump into the doorframe.”
“Figures. I got some gossip for you.”
“Yeah?” You said as you raised a brow. “Don’t keep me on edge.”
“Seems like Takuya the tech guy has the hots for you.”
“…Me?”
“Don’t act all humble on us now. You know you’re the resident hottie.” He chuckled.
“Big achievement in a workplace where the average demographic in the administration office is middle-aged men. What do you want, Tetsu?” You sighed. “You only compliment me when you want something.”
“Well, I just came here to tell you I warded him off. No need to thank me.” He grinned as he folded his arms.
“And why would you do that?” You questioned, astounded by the absolute audacity.
He scoffed.
“Why wouldn’t I? The man has black under his nails and had to be called into HR because his B.O. was considered a bio-hazard.” Kuroo said, adamant in his decision.
“Okay, but it’s not your place.” You snickered, amused but still wanting to scold him a little.
Kuroo Tetsuro didn’t mind a little nagging if it came from you, anyway.
“Well, I’m sorry for having your best interest at heart.” He sulked as he eyed you making your way over to him.
Suddenly, his heart began to hammer as you yanked his tie down so his face was close to yours.
“For a team player, you sure don’t like to share, huh Tetsu? I know you want me all to yourself but try not to make it so obvious to the others.” You whispered, breath tickling the shell of his ear.
Heading out of the small office, Kuroo stood as if his feet were glued.
“Fuck, not now…” He groaned as he felt a strain down his slacks.
wakatoshi ushijima:
“Here.”
You looked up to see none other than Ushijima Wakatoshi, brandishing a small bottle in his hand.
As his physiotherapist for the last few months, it was easy to note his habits. For example, he always made sure to turn up to your appointments five minutes early. On the dot.
On the rare occasion he missed it (which had totalled up three times over six months) he’d make sure to email you the day before.
Even if he was ill, he knew his body. He knew a virus was on its way even without experiencing symptoms.
You tentatively took the small bottle from his grasp and gave him a grateful nod.
As you fixed your eyes on the label, almost as if he read your mind he spoke with that smooth voice of his.
“It’s kefir. Good for gut health.”
“Thank you, Wakatoshi.” You smiled. “That’s very sweet of you. Go ahead and take a seat and I’ll be right with you, okay?”
He nodded but one word threw him off.
…Sweet?
Ushijima felt the tips of his ears heat up. Nobody had called him sweet before. He instantly jerked when you set a hand on his lower back and ushered him indoors.
You were used to Ushijima’s strait-laced nature so you were taken aback at him being jumpy at physical touch.
He took a seat on the padded examination table.
It was always funny to see Ushijima’s hulking figure in your office, you smiled to yourself as you eyed him looking around aimlessly.
It was a little hard not to stare at those firm tan thighs of his.
You’d caught a few of his games where he usually dominated the court. His interactions with others were usually brunt and nothing too interesting.
“So, how's the pain been since our last session?”
“It still flares up during serves and spikes. But it’s manageable.” He replied earnestly.
“Do you mind if I examine that?” You asked.
He nodded and shed off his tracksuit top, a white vest underneath showing off his broad shoulders.
He may have agreed but he wasn’t prepared for those soft, manicured hands of yours to begin to knead and palm his right shoulder and back.
“…There seems to be the issue.” You stated as he jerked and hissed at a particular section of skin.
“Wakatoshi, I told you to ice that area. Have you been skipping out on doctor's orders…?” You teased as you tilted your head.
“You’re not my doctor.” He said bluntly.
“I’m the closest thing you got to one.” You chuckled, undeterred by his frigid tone. Quite frankly, it amused you.
“We'll probably need to focus on strengthening exercises. Can you dedicate time to that?”
“I’m sure.”
“Good. I want to see you at a hundred percent for that game that’s in two weeks."
“You’re coming to the next game?” Wakatoshi asked, a little taken aback. He knew your work schedule was full to the brim since every athlete came running to you.
“…Is that a problem?” You questioned, arching an eyebrow.
“Of course not.” He swallowed thickly and then met your gaze. “I’ll make sure to be on my A game.”
“You’d better be.” You grinned as you slapped his lower back, earning a deep groan from him:
toru oikawa:
“Remember what I told you.” You hissed as you and Oikawa walked into the brightly lit press conference room after his win.
“Relax, relax…! You’d think I was such a nightmare to work with with all your worrying.” He chuckled.
“I mean it. You might be doing fine in games but your publicity is in the toilet. I’m not saying be all sugary but try to be a little gratuitous. Thank your fans…something!”
You froze when you felt his large hands plant onto your shoulders, eyes widening.
“What did I just tell you?” He teased with a glint in his eye.
“…I’m a publicist, Toru. Relaxation doesn’t exist in my world.” You said bluntly.
In your peripherals you noticed a flash go off, causing you to roll your eyes.
There’d always been rumors circulating about the sexy PR manager and Argentina National Team’s Number 13.
You always nagged Oikawa to shoot them down for his own sake since his fangirls were relentless but the most he did was drop a ‘will they/won’t they?’ answer which annoyed you to no end.
“Maybe when you get time off I could fly you out. They have killer massages in Bangkok. You could use one.”
“Just go.” You hissed, pushing his hands off. As he jogged over to the table, he turned around to shoot you a wink.
Oikawa was a natural when it came to commanding attention. As he stood at the podium with microphones, with his billion-dollar smile, the journalists and reporters were buzzing with excitement.
“Alright, alright. Sorry for the hold-up folks. I know this was the first thing on your mind when you woke up.” He chuckled.
You automatically facepalmed.
Your advice went in one ear and out the other. Oikawa was lucky he was handsome. Because despite how douchey that was, it earned a rambunctious round of applause and cheers.
After the cheers settled down, the first reporter stood up, clearing his throat.
“Firstly, I’d like to congratulate you on your win. How does it feel to lead your team to victory once again?”
“It’s as natural as breathing.” He chuckled. “But our opponents put up a great fight. I’ll give credit where credit is due.”
“Despite the adoration from your fans, you’ve faced some criticism regarding your unsportsmanlike behavior of riling up rivals. Any response to that?” A female reporter enquired.
“Well, I know my sense of humor isn’t for everybody. Luckily I got our publicist keeping reins on me. And boy does she keep the leash tight, if you catch my drift.” He said with an impish grin.
At first silence, then it was a sudden flurry of questions, reporters and journalists fighting it out to get the first question.
“Are you dating each other?”
“Are you single or taken?”
Toru Oikawa had a talent for sparking media frenzies.
As your eyes met, you gave him a chopping neck gesture as you grit your teeth, earning a belly laugh from him.
You were so screwed.
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— ★ BIRTHDAY BOY // PORTGAS D. ACE
content & warnings: fem!reader, canon-verse, spoilers about ace’s family if you haven’t got up to marineford 🚶🏽♂️, whitebeard crew member!reader, mentions of alcohol, smut (69, fingering, breastplay) ace has a dirty mouth in this, mdni, past traumas, mentions of grooming, death (maternal mortality), angsty but comfort & fluff
author’s note: happy birthday (01/01) to my freckled sunshine eee
word count: 2.3k
"Eh? What do you mean Ace doesn't celebrate his birthday?" You questioned as you sat with the others for dinner.
"Beats me." Thatch chuckled. "He gets all pissy when you bring it up."
Whitebeard's crew always felt like a family affair, and Ace had always been celebrated. A party animal like Ace not wanting to enjoy his special day sounded completely absurd to you.
Ace was sat on the crow's nest, overlooking the orange hues of the sunset as the Moby Dick swayed in a rhythmic grace on the calm waters.
The last time one of the rowdy crew members insisted on making a big spectacle for his birthday and refused to drop it, resulted in a fistfight where Ace had knocked the poor man's tooth out and left him with a black eye.
He'd learned to laugh it off now.
"Mind if I join you?" You grinned after you clambered the mast.
"Sure." Ace said with his trademark wolfish grin, scooting up. A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you gazed up at the seagulls calling as they flew.
"Do you remember when we met?" You said, turning to face him.
"Yeah.." He chortled. "You gave your poor sis hell."
Your sister was one of Whitebeard's nurses for his deteriorating health. She often made remarks he was the one patient who would drink while receiving an IV drip.
And there was nothing anybody could do about it. You always snuck on board to get a peep of the colossal figure dubbed "The Strongest Man in the World."
The other members always treated you like a pest, chucking you out every time you snuck on board much to your dismay.
That is until you helped a wandering Fire Fist Ace sneak away from marines, proving your loyalty and worth.
Your sister always struggled with raising you and she knew you were better suited for life on the seas. So she let you go. It was a stepping stone for life, and you were eternally grateful.
"Usually I'm quite good at going undetected by those floozies." Ace chuckled. "I was probably hungover or somethin'!"
"Ace...you mind if I ask you something?" You asked finally mustering up the courage.
"Shoot." He responded.
"...Why don't you celebrate your birthday?"
He tensed up, jaw clenching. Ace had a soft spot for you so he bit his tongue, not wanting to be an asshole and yell.
"Whose big mouth flapped their gums?" He settled on, voice still venomous despite his attempts at restraining himself as he rubbed the nape of his neck.
"Don't blame them, Ace...I was snooping around. I'm sorry."
He made a disgruntled noise as his face crinkled up in disgust.
"Don't say sorry, jeez. Making me feel like an asshat."
You snorted at his comment.
"What's the big flap about birthdays anyways? It's just like any ole day." He said gruffly.
"You get older.." You said softly.
"And it's the day you came into this world. It deserves to be celebrated."
Ace's mind replayed that sentence on a loop for some odd reason as he lay on his bed after most of the crew headed to turn in for the night.
Turmoil was always brewing within Ace. Despite the polite, happy-go-lucky and cheeky front he put out, his mind felt as if he was stuck in quicksand of wondering why he was alive.
He loathed his father. He loved his mother and sometimes, very rarely he would lay in bed thinking about the way she protected him, so much so it had cost her life.
Nobody has memories of birth, but he liked to picture being held by his mother. During infancy. During childhood. Hell, even as a teenager before he took off.
This already stabbing guilt worsened knowing she had died that same day he was born.
He constantly blamed himself. It was irrational, he knew. Sometimes sacrifices are made by a person and as devastating as they may be, they should be respected regardless.
Garp never spoke about Ace's parents to him. He had let it slip after getting blind drunk at one of the mountain bandit's raves that Ace was the spitting image of Roger with Rouge's freckles.
He loathed his father. He loved his mother.
So the information he had inherited something from her sparked joy in his otherwise miserable existence.
Ace was torn away from his dark thoughts when he heard a knock on his cabin.
"Oh...hey Y/N-" He trailed off when he saw you holding a sprinkled cupcake with a single candle planted into it.
"What's all this...?" He asked eyebrow arched.
"It's for you.." You smiled. "I was gonna borrow a lighter but you can light it yourself, mhm?"
"That I can." He chuckled wryly. He stepped to the side to usher you in and closed the door.
The bed creaked as you sat down after placing it on the wooden desk. Ace slumped into the chair, his arms on the rests.
"You don't gotta tell me why you hate your birthday but...make a wish, hm?"
Ace let out a sigh as he shook his head. He could never say no to you. He lit the candle with the tip of his forefinger.
He was stuck on what exactly to wish for but his eyes flickered to you, who was gazing at him expectantly, he felt a surge of warmth in his chest.
After he said his wish in his mind, he blew out the candle. You dipped your index finger in the butterscotch cream, swiping it on the tip of his nose, earning a hearty chuckle from Ace as he threw his head back.
The type of belly ache laugh that makes the muscles in your cheeks hurt. He never thought he could even have a genuine smile today.
He mischievously swiped some of the cream onto your lips and nudged his forehead against yours.
"May I?"
You drew a sharp intake of breath, blood roaring in your ears as his dark eyes glinted with the lantern behind you.
"...Yes." You whispered, and Ace immediately cupped your cheek and slotted his lips against yours. You were still sitting on the bed, his hand pressing firmly against the mattress as he leaned down to kiss you.
The kiss was sweet from the taste of the cream to the tender-like movements of Ace's lips against yours.
When he lapped up the flavor from your lips, he slid his tongue against yours earning a soft whimper from you as heat pooled deep in your gut.
"ACE!" You squeaked out.
Against the pillows, your heart thumped in anticipation. He stood as he unbuckled his belt and let his shorts drop to his ankles.
It was a lewd sight you suppose, and it'd probably get crazier as this went on.
He was on all fours, crawling towards you which was a little funny to see, then he slotted himself between your legs and began to glide his tongue along the skin of the juncture between your shoulders and neck.
You let out a gasp at the sensation of his large hands squeezing your breast.
"Already..?" He whispered in your ear, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple.
Ace by no means was a lothario, and his own sexual experiences had come from the early days when he first ventured out into the sea.
The older women always told him how much of a pretty boy he was and how his freckles were to die for.
At the time he felt his chest swell with pride, especially when his older crew mates propped him up. Saying how much of a real man he was now.
But late at night he often thought back and he felt disgusted with himself. He hated it. He couldn't exactly pinpoint why he felt that way but he couldn't stand it.
So he steered away from intimacy. He could flirt his way out of trouble but when things ever began to heat up when he was on his expeditions around, he knew when to cut and run.
Somehow, as he was about to engage in something so heated with you he oddly felt comforted. As if this was meant to happen.
"Ace..." You murmured as his lips began to suck and lick the flesh of your stomach.
"What is it princess, do you want me to stop..?" He asked gently, dark eyes flickering to yours full of warmth and tenderness.
"No...I want this.." You mumbled, the tips of your ears red as you felt exposed in front of Ace. "But if it's your special day, I should be the one treating you."
A very predatory almost primal-looking glint gleamed in Ace's eyes.
"Baby...do you trust me?" Ace questioned.
You nodded. He made you stand up as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Ace already naked, began to peel off the remainder of your night clothes until you were fully nude in front of him.
He slowly began to lave kisses and sucked on your nipples, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, gripping your hips to keep you in place.
You whimpered his name, goosebumps trailing all over your body as your pussy began to almost sob at the attention. Ace swiped his middle and forefinger between your folds, practically in awe at your wetness.
He looked up to meet your eyes once more, his own swirling with lust.
"All this for me, baby?"
Unsure of what to say, you simply nodded.
"You're mighty sweet, aren't ya?" He chuckled darkly, his thumb beginning to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, damn near about to buckle.
"You're treatin' me enough by letting me play with that pretty pussy on my special day...but if you insist. Come on. Sit on my face and suck my cock, mhm?"
The crudeness and vulgarity leaving Ace's mouth was shocking you. You've heard a dirty joke from Ace once or twice but this was another level.
Regardless, you'd be lying if you didn't say the filth from his mouth wasn't spurring you on.
As he laid back on his bed, helping you shift into the position to ride his face as you sucked him off.
You gasped when you felt Ace's fingers dig into the flesh of your plush thighs with the added sensation of him burying his face between your dripping core.
He kissed and bit the delicate flesh of your inner thighs before he completely plunged his tongue into your cunt to run it along the wet folds.
You immediately whined. He'd just begun but he was so good at it, you felt a shudder down your spine.
Your nails sunk into his toned thighs as you carefully eyed his hardened cock, the tip already oozing white pearls of pre cum and angrily red.
"It looks like it hurts." You thought to yourself but were immediately dragged out of your thoughts as Ace parted your folds with his fingers, making you squeak.
"What happened to wanting to treat me, huh?" He chuckled, words vibrating against your pussy causing you to jolt.
You never even thought of the idea of wanting somebody's dick in your mouth. Yet Ace's looked so enticing.
Slightly tan with a vein running along the underside. He seemed like such a wild person who didn't care about 'maintenance' yet his pubes seemed to be well trimmed.
It was slightly hard to concentrate on what you needed to do, what with Ace slurping and suckling your pussy obnoxiously. He was making you lightheaded and a moaning mess in his grip.
The pad of your thumb brushed against the slit of his tip, smearing the cum around. He hissed and bucked his hips slightly since he was carried away with the relentless assault of his tongue on your core.
"You goddamn minx..." He muttered with a hazy smile.
Your hand wrapped around his length and began to stroke him tauntingly slow, giving kitten licks on his aching tip. He let out a groan, his raven locks plastering onto the sweat on his forehead.
Soon enough, you slowly but surely took Ace's cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him as the mixture of saliva and precum coated his dick.
You and Ace were cut from the same cloth you suppose. Both of the oral you were giving each other was sloppy and messy, and you both were struggling to keep your sanity amidst the pleasure.
The Second Division captain's cabin was a cacophony of sinful and desperate moans bouncing off the mahogany panelings and skin slapping.
"Fuck...princess.." Ace gasped out, his breath tickling your sticky and puffy folds. "Don't think I can...handle this much longer. Let's cum together, mhm..?"
You nodded, throat a little raw at Ace accidentally hitting the back of your throat with his tip with the over-enthusiasm of you bobbing your head when you increased your pace.
Soon enough, you simultaneously hit your orgasms, Ace's hot seed oozing in your mouth and your juices squirting on his tongue, he eagerly lapped up the essence causing you to jerk away in hysterics.
"You are so damn...greedy!" You heaved out, breaths shallow after you swallowed and rubbed your throat.
"Can't help myself, princess." Ace remarked with a weary smile as he sat up then crawled over to rest on your chest. "You make me insatiable."
You ruffled his jet-black tresses and kissed his temple as he wrapped his arms around your waist, face nestled into you.
"Hope you enjoyed, birthday boy." You smiled.
"Aw...so you sitting on my face is reserved for birthdays only? Suddenly I wish every day was my birthday." He chuckled, causing you to thump his arm.
The next morning, despite the elaborate plan to leave before dawn before anybody saw you leave Ace's cabin you were caught.
"Here." Thatch said sliding a mug of tea over to you. "Marco says peppermint is good for a sore throat."
That was the last thing Thatch remembered before he was scalded with some of the boiling water sloshed on his hand, the rest of the crew in hysterics.
author’s note: if you read this far tysm! reblogs & interactions always appreciated. its like 4am n i wrote this w my pussy n depression so sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes
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— ★ MALLRATS // TRAFALGAR LAW
content & warnings: fem!reader, smut (car sex, breast play, vaginal fingering, riding, spit, creampie) non-canon (set in the 90s) law works at a comic book store, reader works at a clothing store, porn no plot mdni
author’s note: peep this fan art hehe
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“Yo.”
Law looked up from his comic as he sat behind the counter.
It was a sweltering summer day, and even the air con albeit dusty and aged was no use.
He’d taken off his button-up and wore a wife beater, showcasing his rich tan and inky black tats.
“I need some change. I’m running low on small bills.” You said plainly.
“S-sure.” Law stuttered as he shot up from the chair, rising to his full towering height.
He winced, hating how shaky his voice was. Rubbing the nape of his neck.
Clearing his throat, he stared right at you. Which only made it worse because you being up close with your face was making his heart race even more.
You arched an eyebrow as Law struggled with opening and fumbled with the cash register in front of him.
Coins and notes dropping haphazardly on the floor.
Law wanted the ground to swallow him up whole as you placed a hand on the counter, the other on a hip as you gave him a bemused look.
Law’s co-worker Shachi let out a snort at the scene unfolding in front of him.
He knew he’d be no better if he was faced with a bold and pretty girl like yourself but Law was rarely flustered.
“How much do you need?” He blurted out, words clashing together.
“Just a mix of twenties, tens, and fives.” You replied as you looked at your nails, this ordeal taking far longer than it should’ve been.
He handed the bills, and you purposely grazed your slender thumb over the inked letters of “DEATH” on his knuckles.
“Thanks, Traffy.” You winked.
“What was your deal back there?” You giggled as you sat in the cracked leather backseat of Law’s beat-up Camaro.
“Just not used to you popping up like that.” He murmured.
His hand snaked up your throat, gripping your jaw to tilt it back as he traced open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
“Mhm? Maybe I’ll come around more often.” You remarked, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle back a moan at Law’s tongue gliding along your sensitive skin.
You both pretended to not know each other to avoid the other busybodies in the mall making you two the topic of conversation. But it didn’t stop Law’s brain from short-circuiting every time you dropped by in your skimpy clothes.
“And do what? Tease me in that little tight skirt? Last thing I need is to get a hard-on in a place that smells like Funions.” He said wryly as he pulled away from your neck.
It was no secret Law hated working at the store.
He loved comics and the other paraphernalia but the customers were usually jackasses that prioritised mint condition comics and figurines over deodorant.
“Dunno. It’s fun seeing all the guys get excited over the glance of an actual girl.” You grinned as you faced Law, nipping his chin. It was difficult to crack a smile out of him but you always managed to.
You ruffled his jet-black spikes as you smiled at him.
“Makes me wanna break their jaw when they look at you.” He said a little darkly as he shifted to place you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips as you straddled him.
He rolled your shirt up above your boobs as an impish grin tugged at his lips.
“No bra?”
“Shut up.” You snickered as you rolled your eyes.
Your laughter turned into moans as you felt Law’s mouth latch onto your breast, his tongue swirling around the pert bud as his smoky grey eyes were fixated on yours.
The sounds of him suckling on the flesh as well as your soft moan sent a shiver down Law’s spine.
Your breathing became labored as the intensity of his gaze caused heat to pool in your gut.
Your fingers threaded in his coal-black tresses.
“…Law.” You murmured, feeling lightheaded at the way your nipples strained at the exposure to the cool air as well as the way his mouth consumed you.
Your back arched as he flicked his tongue across its peak, you gasped and let out a soft sigh.
Shutting your eyes, your hands still memorised him well. Your hands trailed along his toned biceps, then dropped to slip underneath his black mesh vest.
He shuddered as he felt your acrylics rake against his flanks, and trace along the lean muscle.
He could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your touch, and you revelled in the warmth of his skin against your fingers.
A content sigh escaped from your lips as you ground against Law, rubbing yourself against his clothed crotch.
His large hands cupped your hips to lift you slightly as he undid his pants.
He smirked as he noticed your reaction.
“Seems like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, huh?” He muttered as he kissed the crook of your neck, using his other hand to rub small circles on your inner thigh.
Law’s length sprung free and slapped against his abs, you grinning as you fisted his cock.
“Easy.” He hissed, panting a little.
You murmured an apology as he met your lips once again.
“You ready for this?” He asked.
Law slipped his long digits into your wet heat, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he sucked your tongue gently, sounds of lips smacking taking up the backseat.
“Mmm, you're so wet. You want me inside you?” He said, voice almost a growl between kisses as your hands cupped his jaw. You nodded and whined as you felt his finger curl against you.
“Please…” You whined.
Law groaned as he heard your breathy moans and sighs, the heat in his groin intensifying.
“Oh, fuck. You know how to drive me crazy, don't you?” He smirked against your lips as your tongue tangled together, saliva dribbling down your chins.
He slipped another finger into you, thrusting harder and faster.
“That's it, baby. Cum for me.”
He rubbed your swollen nub faster, pumping his fingers into her harder and deeper, making her gasp and writhe with pleasure in his lap.
“Let go for me, babe.”
“I’m s’close Law, please..!” You gasped out as your velvet walls began to pulsate around his digits and your stomach caved in with your heavy breaths.
As your essence coated his fingers he withdrew almost immediately, causing you to whine from the loss of warmth.
“You look so beautiful when you cum.” He panted as he brought his fingers to your lips. “Have a taste, princess.”
You nodded eagerly and enveloped his fingers with your plump lips as you held his wrist, swirling and lapping up your juices as your eyes fixated on him.
Law couldn’t hold back the grunt at how aroused he was at the sight, feeling his cock stirring all over again.
He crushed his lips against yours again, tasting you on your tongue, his hands on your hips and helping to guide you down, groaning as he felt himself being sheathed inside your warmth.
“Ahh...shit, you feel so good. Just take it slow, okay? Don't want to hurt yourself.” You said gently, strained as the veins in his neck bulged.
“Promise…” You mumbled as you set your hands on his broad shoulders as you slowly began to roll my hips, sliding up and down his veiny cock.
Law grunted as he felt you move on top of him, his hands grasping onto your hips to guide your rhythm.
“Take your time.” He leaned forward to capture your lips in another kiss, another hand moving up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as you bounced on top of him.
He felt his excitement hitting a boiling point.
“I’m gonna cum, shit.” He thrusted up into you a few more times before he feels himself spilling inside you, filling you up with his cum as he repeated your name.
You felt your body go limp as you slumped against him, burying your face into his neck as you breathed heavily.
Law held you close, a feeling of contentment and pleasure washing over him as your heated skin was on his.
“You okay, baby?” He asked softly as he stroked your back softly, catching his breath.
“Fuck, it’s so stuffy in here..” You whined at the car windows fogging up.
Law chuckled as he looked around, noticing the mist on the windows.
“Yeah, we might have to crack a window or something.” He leans over you to roll down the passenger window, feeling the cool night air rushing in. “Better?”
“Mhm.” You smiled as you lay on his chest, his arm tight around you.
author’s note: again w the porn no plot drabbles again i guess lmao 👨🏽🦯 if u enjoyed this reblogs and interactions r always appreciated
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first drabble i ever posted 😭, no warnings but shuji being an asshole n reader handling dat, super suggestive at the end but no smut
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"Shuji." You hissed through gritted teeth with your arms crossed.
Spectators were beginning to mill around the ridiculous sight. Shuji purposely hogged the hoop machine as a spoiled child screamed his head off.
The little boy's face was beet red and scrunched up as he stomped his feet.
His hopeless mother was at a loss, she had asked Shuji for a turn but amused at the child's tantrum he gave a simple "nah" with his trademark lazy grin and carried on.
"Babe, I'm almost done. Mkay...?~"
You knew for a fact he was not done. Hanma Shuji was a troll. As long as the child continued, he'd hog the machine longer just to rile him up even more.
"Little squirt ain't even tall enough shoot and he's demanding a turn?" Shuji chuckled. "Kids, I tell ya."
Usually, you humored and brushed off his idiotic behavior. This wasn't the first and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
Shuji turned to the bellowing child, his large hand gripping the basketball. He crouched in front of the boy with an arrogant smirk.
"Let's make a deal, buddy. You take this ball from me and I'll clear off. Deal?"
You winced. The child fell for Shuji's wicked grin, but you recognised that smirk all too well.
The kid attempted to snatch the ball from Shuji but he immediately rose to his lanky build and dangled the ball way above the kid's head.
That provoked the crying munchkin even more who hurled himself onto the floor as he kicked his legs and fists, causing Shuji to throw his head back and roar with laughter.
Something in you unleashed.
You pinched Shuji's ear and dragged him down after the kid stormed off with his mother trailing after him.
"You are so EMBARRASSING! I got all dressed up for this date, which may I remind you WE BARELY HAVE and you decide to terrorise a bunch of kids?!" You scolded as you shook him with force. “GROW UP!”
"Babe, quit it! Jesus Christ that fuckin' HURTS!" He whined. "I got it!"
You released your grip and glowered at him.
"Look, I'm sorry. I just can't help it sometimes." He snorted as he sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck. "You're not mad at me, are ya?"
"And why wouldn't I be?" You seethed. "You tortured that kid for no reason!"
"I was just teaching that little shit a lesson! I saw him bullying them other kids." Shuji protested.
"Oh that just makes it so much better, doesn't it?"
"Really?"
"No! You go apologize to that boy and drop me home!"
"Screw that kid." Shuji said defiantly as he turned his head away and folded his arms.
Shuji was not an easily embarrassed person. He was a fool to many people. The worst fool, a dangerous one.
But gasps and stares ensued as the famed God of Death was being dragged into the burger joint within the arcade by his ear, his enraged girlfriend marching ahead.
You released him as your eyes settled on the same kid and his mother.
"Sorry to bother you." You said with a smile plastered on your face as you faced the mother of the child. "My boyfriend wants to say something to you and your son."
"M'sorry." Shuji muttered under his breath as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Would you mind repeating that, honey?" You said as you pinched his side causing him to straighten up to his wiry frame almost immediately in a saccharinely sweet voice.
"I said...I'm sorry!" Shuji exclaimed, cheeks dusted with pink.
The kid pulled a face and then blew a raspberry at him, rushing away.
"Little fu-"
You swiftly jabbed your heel into Shuji's foot and twisted it before he could curse at the child, causing him to yowl in pain as he jumped up and clutched his foot.
"I'm sorry my boyfriend is a man-child." You sighed, and the timid woman simply gave you an understanding look.
The car ride back was frosty with you refusing to open your mouth to speak to Shuji after the stunt he pulled.
However, you couldn't ignore the shudder that crept up your spine and the gasp that fell from your lips as you felt the large hand fly down to slap your bare thigh and grasp at it.
"You can't stay pissed at me forever y'know." He drawled as his tatted hand began to trail up your skirt.
"I sure as hell can try." You retorted.
"You don't mean that." He said with a greasy smile as he parked in your apartment complex's parking lot and leaned over to bite at your neck.
"Please go to hell." You groaned as you attempted to push him off with little to no avail.
"Baby, c'monnnn..." He murmured against the skin of your throat. "I said sorry to the kid, what else do you want me to do?"
Your resolve was weakening. It's difficult with Shuji. You squinted your eyes shut as he cornered you against the car door, biting your earlobe.
Hands caressing your calves and thighs then sliding his tongue across your neck and collarbone. He'd never let any other girl yell at him or force him to apologize.
Yet he had a soft spot for you and you alone. His girl.
author’s note: yeah some parents kinda just let their kids get dragged yk damn well if that was my kid i’m cussin everybody out 😭😭 idc if he wrong but anyways
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content & warnings: female reader, nerd!armin x nerd!reader, black-coded reader, reader & armin are college students, suggestive and allusions to sex mdni
author’s note: lmao another reupload i say i can’t stand mr. arlert but i figured i’d repost this for ole times sake. it flopped the first time so let’s see.
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You hate men.
That’s a reoccurring thought you have when you actually have free time and go to any comic book store.
When you admire a comic that’s in mint condition behind the glass or a figurine, sooner or later some troglodyte will approach you and attempt to quiz you.
And sure enough, he appeared.
“Hello.” He said, starting off politely. Your guard was up but you maintained your pleasant demeanour.
“Hi…” You said, a smile plastered on your face.
"Are you thinking about purchasing that figure...?" He inquired his tone condescending, squinting his eyes.
"...If I was?" You shot back, masking your annoyance with a pleasant tone of voice.
“It’s a limited figure. There are only seven in existence as we speak, and I’d hate for it to go to somebody who isn’t a die-hard fan.” He responded.
“And what makes you think that I’m not?” You questioned, brows furrowing together.
He simply gave you a look up and down.
“A gut feeling.” He snarked.
“Sorry to bother you.” A gentle yet resolute voice called out behind you.
You turned to face whoever that was and you were met with vivid, crystalline eyes.
“I couldn’t help but notice your keychain-”
“Here it goes.” You thought to yourself. Now you were getting jumped by two at once.
“I have a matching one..” He chuckled.
Stuck.
The gentle features and pleasant grin of the man in front of you halted your defence mode.
“Oh!” You replied, attempting to regain your composure.
Your gaze was drawn to the keychain on his bag, his hand pulling it closer to give you a better look.
“Yeah.” He said with an earnest chuckle.
“That guy is an asshole.” Armin said bluntly as the two of you walked down the high street, out of the store. “I come here every Thursday, and without fail any cute girl that enters that shop, he’s got an entire quiz set up.”
You wrinkled your nose in disgust then sighed at the aspect of that going on any longer before Armin swooped in to save the day.
Then you looked up at him through your lashes and felt the urge to tease him. He was a familiar face on campus.
Professors and TAs both adored him since he always had something to add to the lesson.
He was articulate in his words, presenting concepts and deconstructing them.
There was no doubt he was one of the sharpest students in your college.
He was never condescending to those pupils who were hesitant about the subject. Support and clear walkthroughs that even professors could not provide.
“You think I’m cute, Armin?” You say, with a giggle.
“What am I, blind?” He responded with a snort. “Never took you for a compliment fisher.”
Your jaw went slack with disbelief at his dig.
“H-hey!” You stuttered, caught off-guard. “Am not!”
He had a smart mouth. You figured at first glance he was a pushover but boy were you wrong.
From then on, you met up with Armin every Thursday. The day he was free from his busy schedule.
You’d purposely begun to whisper to each other and cackle like hyenas to irritate the nerd bros you had clashed with in the comic book store.
Sometimes Armin would feel bold and do the lingering touches, like skimming a hand across your waist or full-on holding your hips when the store was busy which always made you swat his shoulder in annoyance and let out a disbelieving laugh.
Your relationship blossomed, and you went from just sometimes meeting up at that store, to spending the entire day over at his place building Lego sets and puzzles.
Card games were always an iffy one with Armin because he’d be sneaky and you always caught him out on it. And in response, he’d give you a sheepish smile and hold out his hands in defence.
“I wanna do something special for her.” He said as a passing comment to his best friend from childhood, Eren.
“What makes her so different from the other girls you bring over and geek out over nerdy crap?” Eren said with a derisive snort as his eyes were glued to the screen as his fingers flew over the game controller.
“Hey!” Armin protested, slightly irritated at Eren’s blunt comment pausing the game.
“Dude, whaaat?” Eren dragged out, glaring at Armin in irritation.
“So you’re gonna sit here and act like she hasn’t been hanging out with me for long?”
“Armin, I don’t give a crap about your love life!” Eren barked. “If she’s so special just amp up the nerdy shit.”
“Gee, thanks buddy.” Armin muttered, resuming the game. However, Eren’s words, albeit harsh spurred an idea within Armin.
He spent a week preparing this weekend excursion during both of your spring break.
When he first told about this vacation, he felt his pulse race as he saw the broad smile appear on your face.
Armin would do anything to make you happy.
In a place full of rare and exotic sea creatures, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
The way the light of the crystal clear waters illuminated your brown skin, the way your eyes glimmered in awe at the jellyfish floating across the tank.
The quiet hubbub of the hushed visitors whispering and humming added to his fixation on you.
He could’ve sworn at this very moment you two were the only people on the planet, let alone the aquarium.
As you both made your way deeper, you turned to look at the stingrays gliding through the waters.
“I still can’t forgive em.” You snorted as your eyes followed them.
“You hold grudges? Remind me to never cross you in the future.” Armin chortled.
“More like forgive but never forget.” You said. “Take that as a reminder, Arlert.”
“Duly noted.” He laughed as he put an arm around you and pulled you close.
Later on at the hotel you’re staying at, you’re just scrolling through your phone.
Your friends are blowing up your phone like crazy since the group’s resident misandrist going on a weekend trip with a man is the most outlandish shit they’d heard of in a long time.
Your palms are clammy, and there was slight unease in your stomach. You didn’t miss the way Armin’s repeatedly raked over your body throughout the entirety of the day.
You’d opted for something short since it was hot. And it wasn’t as if you were some sort of newbie. You and Armin went at it a few times.
But being away from everybody in a whole other state was new territory. And the look in those azure eyes of his was something you’d never seen before.
You bid your friends' goodnight, rolling your eyes at your best friends’ teasing, and rubbed your temples.
“What are they saying?” A voice suddenly calls out from behind the couch causing you to jolt from the seat.
“Why’d you sneak up on me like that, are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” You barked as your hand settled onto your chest.
“You’re so skittish today, like a deer. I don’t bite. Or do I…?” He says with a wink.
“Armin, please leave that Casanova act somewhere. It does not suit you..” You replied with a shaky laugh.
“Alright, alright.” He said, then the next thing you know his lips are on your neck and his hand is trailing up your shirt palming at one of your breasts.
It’s an awkward position, considering he’s crouched over the couch whilst you’re sat there but it feels too good for you to even think about that.
“Armin…” You finally say, breath hitching. “What are you-”
“Making you feel good, mhm?” He says with smugness in his tone, letting his teeth graze over the skin which makes you shudder and let out an embarrassing whiny sound.
“But…”
“But what, pretty girl? I know you wanted this for so long. So just let me, I’ll take care of you.”
You nod, then gesture for him to sit beside you on the couch. From there the almost predatory look in his eyes from earlier translated into his actions.
His hands were almost everywhere, tugging at your clothes and rushing you. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve checked him but it was flattering to see how badly he wanted you.
Your skin heat up from the way his palms slid across every curve and dip.
How he yanked you close to messily meet his lips, and he bit at your plump glossed lips, whining and groaning into the kiss.
When you pulled away for air, the obscene sight of Armin’s face scrunched up in downright neediness as his fist bunched your top and the string of saliva connecting the two of you made you shudder.
Your breaths were becoming shallow as the feeling of his pants getting tight underneath your clothed core pushed further and further into you.
Armin’s movements were jerky as he whimpered uncontrollably, unable to string a coherent sentence together.
Completely contrasting to the suave persona he was pushing only a few minutes ago.
Begging and pleading for more of you, as pink dusted across his cheeks and beads of sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
Throwing your head back, the feeling of you rolling your hips into clothed friction made you dizzy with lust.
He was chanting your name, that was the only thing he could muster out for a moment.
“Please, please, please..” He breathed out, voice pleading. “Let me feel all of you, it’s all I want..” A storm brewing in those eyes.
Soon enough, he was knocked out his arms snaked around your waist and head resting on your chest. Bodies sticky but you didn’t care.
You hate men. But perhaps Armin Arlert is an exception.
author’s note: rip steve irwin ✊🏽😔 also this was the keychain
#armin arlert x reader#armin arlert#armin x reader#aot x reader#aot x female reader#aot smut#aot fluff#aot drabbles#aot x black reader#aot x black y/n#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles
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— ★ JUST A LITTLE WHILE // JEAN KIRSTEIN
content & warnings: comic book artist!jean, modern au, female reader, black-coded reader, established relationship, angst kinda but fluff, smut so mdni (breast play, vaginal fingering, oral, f. receiving)
author’s note: i always wanted to write sumn dat gives kdrama ost so lets hope this gave obashata 🏹 n i always complain i hate everythin i write for jean so i hope i don’t hate dis
word count: 2.5k
Jean's studio was an array of things.
One wall with comic book covers and vintage sci-fi posters, the other adorned with sketches, character studies and concept art.
Sat by the drafting table, which was scattered with pencils, inking pens, and a meticulously organised array of reference materials.
Sticky notes on the bookcases that practically groaned with the heavy weight of the collection of comic books, graphic novels, and rare editions, meticulously organised and catalogued.
With his hands on his head, Jean let out a deep sigh as the sketches lay in front of him on his desk.
Despite such a critical thing left to do, the only thing on his mind was you.
Things were slightly off, to say the least. With the upcoming finale of his series, Jean was more distant than ever. It had been a long six years.
Most comic book series span decades, but quite frankly he'd run out of steam.
This was a story he loved dearly, and the last thing he wanted was for it to get taken away by the publishing company and morph into something unrecognisable and soulless.
So he'd end it himself. And the pressure to create a satisfying conclusion was immense. He felt as if he was wading through a swamp of problems and sinking.
It had to honor the journey of the series, it needed to respect the investment of the audience and leave a lasting impression that resonated even after the final chapter.
It'd been three weeks since he began the finale saga and you were an understanding girlfriend.
You'd drop by once in a while to check if he ate or needed some fresh air or even some downtime away from it. In the first few days, it was alright and he obliged.
But later on, he just couldn't bring himself to even take a five-minute break. The constant barraging phone calls from the editors and staff made Jean struggle to even breathe sometimes.
He was overwhelmed. Everything was closing in on him, and as much as he gave his all it seemed like his integrity as a storyteller was slipping from his grasp.
Suddenly his ears pricked up at the sound of the keyhole of the front door jiggling and some footsteps as the door closed.
He’d been at the drafting table for hours, and he could feel it. Eyes strained and dry, neck and shoulders stiff and achy.
He made his way to the hallways where you were taking off your shoes to place on the rack as you gave him a small smile.
“Hi.” You chirped. “You good?”
“No.” He thought to himself.
“So-so.” He snorted as he stretched his arms with a groan.
Involuntarily your eyes settled on his rising black t-shirt, which showcased the sliver of skin of his pelvis and his happy trail.
“Pervert.” He snickered, humored at the fact you were shamelessly ogling him, as he grabbed the takeout bag from your hands and headed to the kitchen.
“Am not!” You snapped, following after him.
"Here...open this." Jean says as he averts his gaze, unable to meet your eyes pushing the envelope in your hands.
"Okay.." You respond with an uneasy laugh at his skittish behavior.
"Open it now." He says, a little demandingly.
"Jean, can't you see that's what I'm doing?" You snap, kissing your teeth.
Despite the bite in your tone, your teeth sank into your lower lip to stifle back a laugh. Jean with his towering figure acting like a shy toddler was amusing.
You grab a knife to tear open the top of the envelope and see a pristine white paper neatly folded. You made your way to slump on the dining chair as he stood, leaning against the marble countertop in your kitchen.
You unfolded it to see a drawing of a couple.
But surrounding the couple were six mini versions of the two of you.
In the middle, it was undeniably Jean, with his sandy brown mullet, upward-curved ends, stubble and goatee.
You giggled, as your finger traced along the drawing of him.
He was holding you, kissing your hand gently, and his other hand was firmly planted on your side in the illustration — then there was you. Rich brown skin, bouncy curls, plump lips and doe eyes.
Jean had done many drawings of you in the past but there was something more heartfelt about this particular art.
He could see your eyes were soft, filled with a glow while you gazed at the gift, as he watched you with bated breath.
Anxiety stirred in his stomach as he absentmindedly clenched his jaw, a habit of his when he was feeling uneasy.
You'd never bashed his art, on the contrary, you were probably one of the most supportive people in his career as a comic book artist, but there was always something nerve-wracking about pouring your heart into something for the person you love.
You were in awe of the powdery and soft art. The pastels had a warmth and gentleness, something that was rare in his artwork.
Jean who always fared better in bold lines and vibrant colors. Whose art was always praised for dynamic action scenes and expressive storytelling.
To picture the sheer intimacy of his hands spending time on this artwork, where you could feel the earnestness with the dreamlike lilacs and turquoises caused a tingling warmth to spread through your body.
"This is so...beautiful, Jean..." You finally mustered out, your voice barely a murmur earning a sheepish grin from him as he rubbed the nape of his neck.
“I know it’s tomorrow but…I just couldn’t wait.” He said. “But you really think so...?" He chuckled, but when he saw tears stream down your cheeks he immediately paused feeling his heart sink.
He hurriedly crouched in front of you as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the droplets with the pad of his thumb.
"Why are you cryin', huh?" He chuckled his voice soft but still with a hint of concern as he stroked your cheek. "I hope my drawings ain't that bad." He teased in an attempt to make you laugh.
"No, it’s lovely.” You mumbled. “I just thought you forgot.”
“Look, baby…I know I’ve been acting distant and grumpy lately but it’s not because of you.”
He paused, as he took in your features intently. You felt your stomach flutter as you met the soft, golden glimmers of his light brown eyes.
“It’s just this stupid comic causing me stress. So just promise me that you’ll always be by my side when I need you.” He said with a warm smile, as he pecked your lips and then pressed his forehead against yours.
“Will you promise me that?”
His tender tone stirred up feelings you haven’t felt in a long time.
A mixture of desire for him as your mind was fogged with his familiar warm, woody musk fused with the clean, crisp scent reminiscent of freshly washed linens.
And adoration as the hair on the nape of your neck began to rise. This all-consuming need to reach out and touch him properly. Feel his skin on yours, like you used to.
He called your name to drag you out of your daze.
“Yeah?” You quipped, trying to recompose yourself.
“Thought I’d lost you there, baby.” He chuckled as his sturdy palms and weathered pads of his fingers settled on the bare skin of your waist which made you jolt slightly, as he remained crouched in front of you.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You affirmed as you slot your pouty lips against his own.
Pattering raindrops gently tapped on the windows as the both of you began to prepare for bed. It was a long time since you slept at similar time.
Jean made it a habit to fall asleep in the studio or even crash on the couch so as not to disturb your deep sleep, despite you chastising him.
He came out of the ensuite bathroom in your bedroom after a shower with a smile. Dried up and dressed for sleep.
As you sauntered up to him for a kiss you could still feel the heat from the hot water emitting from his flush skin, and smell the light citrus scent from the soap he used.
You reached a hand to rake your fingers through the ends of his tousled tawny hair, the droplets sliding down his collarbone.
He pulled you close against him as he gave you a cheeky grin.
“Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you. Okay?” He said in a tone laced with jest.
You obliged fluttering your eyes closed, just happy he seemed to be returning to the mischievous nature of his you remember when you first met.
Jean meets your lips. This kiss is different to the quick pecks you’ve become accustomed to.
It’s almost as if this kiss won’t end. You feel yourself gasp slightly when he brings his tongue to your mouth. Softly tasting you.
His large hands grasp at you to pull you even more impossibly close as if you aren’t already flush against his firm and solid body.
“That kiss got you raring to go, huh baby?” Jean snickered to himself, a gleam in his eye.
Any time he could make you jump or make a noise, it stroked his ego immensely. One of his less favorable traits but he wore it well sometimes.
Rarely.
“Do you want more?” He murmured in your ear, breath tickling the shell as his voice became husky, which was quickly stirring arousal within you.
The deep baritone of his voice, the tingling of your lips after the wet and heavy kiss that left your lip a little swollen, and the overbearing proximity of him created a deep heat within your gut.
“I have a lot more to give.” He stated, voice firm.
“So do it.” You provoked, and within an instant, you were backing up on the bed until your back hit the headboard of the king-sized bed as Jean’s toned figure hovered over you.
The contrast between the rainy outdoors and the cosy glow indoors, with the dim bedside table lamp made things different.
Though the kisses were lust-filled and hungry at first, when he leaned in to meet your lips once again, the way his breathing was soft and shallow along with the way your eyelashes against each other's skin made it morph into something more sweet.
“Want this off..” He muttered as his tongue danced with yours, tugging at the satin, champagne-colored night dress.
“Jeez, be patient.” You tittered as you sat up from lying down to pull the garment over your head and discard it onto the carpet. “There.”
“Much better…” He chuckled, running his tongue over his lip as he gazed at your bare chest.
His hands began to roam across the soft skin of your body, then settled on your breast, kneading it gently and tweaking your nipple which made you gasp.
Your stomach turned again.
In the glow of the lamp, your boyfriend when aroused has an animalistic look in his eyes. Very rarely. It frightens you at first but also rouses something primitive within you.
He eagerly dived in to kiss you again, but you dodged the kiss. His eyes widened.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He stuttered, panicky.
“No…but you gotta strip too! Fuck you thought this was.” You giggled.
“Jeez, I was so wrapped up in what was goin’ on in here that I forgot. Alright.” He responded as he began to tug off his boxers, discarding them quickly.
Your eyes descended lower until you gazed upon Jean’s length.
“What’s the matter?” He asked a little sheepishly as he felt anxiety seep into him when you gazed at him wordlessly. “Guess I could use a little trim, mhm?”
“No, it’s fine..” You giggled. “It’s sexy, don’t worry.”
“You think so?” Jean grinned as he ran his hand over his stubbly chin. “Maybe I’ll go full 70s.”
“Jean, you’re sick.” You scoffed.
“I can be a lot worse…” He chuckled as he leaned in, to trail kisses along your soft skin.
“Is that so?” You teased.
“You pushin’ me?”
“Maybe.”
With a wicked grin, Jean slid lower on the bed to position himself between your thighs, prying them apart.
You’d been together a long time but the glistening arousal from Jean’s earlier teasing and ministrations that sheened in the low light made your cheeks heat up.
“I barely touched you, y’know.” He chuckled darkly as his eyes hungrily raked over your thighs and wet heat.
“Shut up!” You protested but were cut off with a squeak as Jean immediately delved between your thighs, wrapping his arms around them as he began to suck and lick at your folds.
“Jean…!” You gasped as he restricted you from squirming with his strength.
“I promise I’ll make you feel so good…” He muttered as his tongue began to take long and languid strokes, losing himself in your centre, drooling and moaning so loud it reverberated against you, which made you even more jumpy.
Your hands threaded his hair as you tugged, bucking your hips against his face. It spurred him on even more, and he slid one finger inside of your entrance, pumping slowly.
His jaw clenched and he groaned at the feeling of your gummy and plush walls, clenching and pulsating around his digits.
“Fuck…” He said with a low growl. “You’re so sensitive.”
He slid two fingers in, which made you mewl pathetically.
You knew you must’ve looked and sounded ridiculous but with the intense pleasure washing over you, you couldn't care less.
“That’s it, baby…” Jean said in response as your name fell from his mouth like a mantra, his fingers curling inside you as he massaged the tip of his tongue on your clit. “Want you to cum for me..”
“Jean…” You cried out weakly, as he was coaxing you nearer and nearer to the edge.
Your eyes squinted shut as you felt your peak reach you, your body shuddering as you gushed all over his fingers.
“So beautiful, baby.” He grinned as he kissed your temple, stroking your hair back, leaning to kiss you gently the tang of your arousal on his lips and tongue.
“You’re so sexy when you cum.” He said as your chest heaved, attempting to catch your breath. He trailed his hand down your body, cupping your breasts to tweak your nipples again.
You smacked his hand away.
“Move.” You chortled.
“This better?” And you shoved him off when he swiped his tongue against your hardened nipple.
“You are so!-” You thumped his chest.
“Hope you’re ready for me, baby.” He smirked as he gazed at you. “Cos I ain’t finished. Think I might just fuck you into the mattress til dawn.”
“Jean…never change.” You chuckled as you squeezed his broad shoulder.
The next morning, Jean was out cold. You glanced over at him where his bare back was facing you and his arms were sprawled over the mattress.
“Wake up…” You called out as you slapped his back.
“What?” He groaned, voice groggy and drowsy.
“Happy anniversary, baby.”
“Don’t wake me up for no stupid shit like that again.” He muttered as his hand slid to caress your thigh and squeeze it.
author’s note: if u made it this far, ty for reading sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes love u all, reblogs and interactions r always appreciated 💓✊🏽
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— ★ LOST IN TRANSLATION // TAKUMA INO
content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, smut (oral, f.receiving), fluff i never know what to tag shit😭 mdni
author’s note: bestie told the ino gworlies to get on their zoom so here i am WOOP also dis been driving me nuts
word count: 1.1k
"I wanna marry her, Nanami." He said, firmly.
Nanami’s eyebrows furrowed.
Why was his twenty one year old associate talking about marriage at this age?
"What...right now?" Nanami questioned, voice still retaining his typical sternness but completely caught off guard by his statement.
"Yeah...I just, she feels right."
"What made you come to that conclusion?" Nanami asked, taking a sip from the glass in front of him.
"I...remember we went out together and went on the ferris wheel. She’s just so-"
"That's nice and all, but i hope you realise how big of a step marriage is." Nanami chided. "Don’t you think to propose out of nowhere would freak her out?"
"I know! That’s why I came to you." He whined. "I don't wanna lose her but damn it what if this jujutsu crap kills me one day? I want her! She’s my other, half Nanami."
Nanami let out a whistle.
"You're in deep, aren't you? You want my advice so bad? Even if it doesn't align with what you want?"
"Well, yeah!"
"Don't."
"Huh-?"
"Maybe it's the old-fashioned side of me but don’t get married until you have a real home, a real job and you're not blinded by lust."
"...I can't."
Your chest was heaving, your toes were curled and your hands were firmly gripping the sheets.
"Sure you can." he said a little muffled against you.
"Quit back talking during sex." You huffed.
"M'sorry." He mumbled, then continued suckling at your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched and you squinted your eyes shut, feeling your high approach you.
He went lower to lick stripes downwards which caused your thighs to uncontrollably quiver. alternating between sucking and kissing, he increased his speed which sent you hurtling towards your climax.
"You taste so good..." he murmured. "Could stay between your thighs forever."
You saw white spots in your vision and cried out something you instantly regretted as soon as your body went limp.
Ino slowly pulled away from wet, swollen and sticky entrance and met your eyes with a bewildered look.
His unkempt brown locks looked even more dishevelled than usual and his mouth was sheeny from your essence.
You hand flew to your mouth when you gained clarity.
"Did you just say that you love me...?" He questioned, pupils dilated.
Your mouth went dry.
It was heat of the moment. How could you love a man you'd been seeing for a few weeks? There was dozens of explanations swirling around your head.
You didn't want to drive him away.
"Mhm...I got too into it. I’m sorry-"
"Why are you apologising?"
"...Are you gonna leave me?"
"Why would i leave you?"
"Cos guys hate clingy girls."
"It’s just a lot." He said, a little lowly. "I’m gonna go shower."
You were absolutely mortified. Confessing during an orgasm then getting the most awkward response ever? You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.
As Ino stood outside the high rise building, two thoughts crossed his mind. Firstly, why'd his girlfriend have to work at the most boujee place in town?
He could see you approaching from the glass doors in the lobby. God damn it, how did you look even more sexier at work?
White blouse and black mid skirt hugging your ass. He hoped you didn't have a male boss.
You had a concerned look on your face as your arms were folded. As soon as you arrived, you shut down his jovial greeting as you grabbed his arm and yanked him towards an inconspicuous corner.
"Ino, what the hell are you doing here?!" You hissed through gritted teeth. "I had to stop my bitch supervisor from getting the security guards to rough up a suspicious looking vagrant."
"What?! You heard that and thought it was me?!"
"No dummy, I looked out the window." You retorted.
He twisted his lips to the side.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me.." He said a little sheepishly.
"Under normal circumstances, yes. But a) I have not heard from you in days and b) you can't just turn up in the middle of my work shift dressed like, this." You stated as you gestured to his trainers, beanie and sweatpants.
"I'm sorry, k? I just got caught up with stuff." He mumbled, as he nervously rubbed the nape of his neck at your scolding.
"That’s not good enough of an excuse. The least you could've done was text me saying you're busy." You said, haughtily. You averted your gaze for your next sentence.
"I thought you ghosted me."
"What?! No! I-”
"Well, it sure felt like that! I’m sorry for saying that, I got a little caught in the moment but I don't deserve to be treated like that."
"Wait, Y/N. I acted lame because that was the first time a girl ever confessed that to me. n I suppose it was a little unconventional since it was when I was going down on you-"
"Keep your voice, DOWN." You hissed.
"There's nobody here!" He pouted. "But I’m sorry, you're right. I'll never do something stupid like that again. and... I love you too Y/N. So much."
Your jaw went slack as you were beyond caught off guard at his confession.
"Hell, I even went to Nanami and told him I wanted to marry you."
"W-what did he say?"
"I think he knew we both are bein' a little impulsive right now."
"It's been a few weeks so... I guess we're in over our heads with this. Let's give it more time for things and maybe then we can think about it."
"Be more honest with me, Kuma." You said, returning to the nickname you fondly gave him. "You don't need to go to Nanami for advice about me, you know."
"It wasn't about you, I have my old man but Nanami is a good male figure to me. He told me he'd only get married if he could provide for his woman so...when I make a lotta money! And have a big ass house, I want you to be my wife."
"If you want to!" He said hurriedly. "Of course, cos if you say no that's cool, well not cool but I’d understa-"
He was cut off when you leaned in to crush your lips against his. His body was rigid but he immediately relaxed and settled his hands on your waist.
You pulled away, lips barely inches apart.
"I’d love to." You whispered beaming.
author’s note: not tew fond on the ending ☠️ like i gotta remind myself this is FAN FICTION. but yes i live in a world where a man wanna marry yew if the coochie dat good LMFAOOOOO MI BODY RIGHT PUNANI TIGHT also kuma is cute since it means bear kay bye
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content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, rockstar!jean, established relationship (reader and jean are married), conflict (is it really a honeybleed jean kirstein fic if they don’t argue) smut (a lot of dirty talk, vaginal fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, horsecock jean supremacy 🤣)
author’s note: happy birthday to my favorite character ever and husband (07/04), i’m real protective over him you know ;-; me against the entire aot fandom for him. he means the world to me and i hope this fic is great for all the jean girls (gender neutral) also, rockstar jean very much inspired by two great series on here! five husbands by @kingkonoha and reverb by @chrollohearttags make sure to check those out!
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You first spoke to Jean Kirstein as he manned the counter at a record store.
An uneventful Tuesday evening. You’d always walk around town window shopping straight after work.
You loved the record store, it was always the best place to discover upcoming bands on the board.
The only downside of going there were the chauvinistic creeps who wanted to quiz you if they saw you perusing through vinyls.
The poster behind him piqued your interest.
“Is that you? Your band?” You enquired as you pointed at the paper pinned to the board.
There was a mixture of bashfulness and pride as he answered.
"Yup... that's my band.” He said triumphantly as he turned to tear it off the push pin and hand it to you. The glimmer in amber irises dancing.
“We got a gig Saturday night.”
“Oh really? What venue?” You asked as your eyes scanned the sheet of paper with a black and white photocopied photograph of them.
He had a guitar slung around him as he was in front of the microphone, a guy with a buzzcut behind the drums and a freckled guy with a bass.
“We had a lead singer but he went solo. Dick.” He muttered under his breath.
“Anyways, why you askin’?” He teased as he wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s Mandalay downtown, you lookin’ to go?”
“Maybe if you invite me…” You giggled.
“You get an invite if I get something in return.”
The sexual tension between the two of you was thick.
Jean was tall, towering over you. With warm, sun-kissed tan skin, and veined and rugged forearms, he was your dream man.
“Maybe I’ll throw a bra on stage.”
"Damn, now you've got my attention.” He smirked, leaning his elbows against the counter as he met your eyes.
“There’s a condition. Only if you don’t totally suck. Can you agree on that?”
"That sounds reasonable enough. You got yourself a damn deal." He chuckled as he beamed confidently.
"You'll be surprised. We're gonna tear that damn stage apart."
You weren’t the kinda girl that did things for other people’s approval.
But as you stood in front of your wardrobe that Saturday evening, piles of clothes scattered across your carpet to the point the nylon pink carpet was out of sight.
Close to tearing your hair out, you never cared but for some strange reason, there was a feeling to dress to impress. Jean didn’t seem like a playboy.
But you knew the pits would be chockfull of beautiful girls, and thus the seed of insecurity was planted and sprouting.
You eventually settled on a grey denim miniskirt that was cut up by you, knee-high platform boots and an asymmetrical off-shoulder black crop top that was embellished with rhinestones in the middle with a heart shape.
Not fully satisfied, you had no time. You didn’t want to be late, and you snatched your purse as you bounded out of your place.
Jean kept his promise, and so did you. He told you he was only a rookie group, and they had been desperately looking to be signed.
But from his wide vocal range to his showmanship, you stood in the pit, absolutely enthralled and mesmerised by him.
The trio were truly in sync but it was as if they worked together to propel Jean.
His eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowds. As if the spirit that possessed him during the songs had warded off almost instantly.
You sure as hell weren’t gonna take off and throw a sweaty bra from all the heat in the tight-packed venue.
Instead, you brought one. You noticed there were already a few littered across the stage, particularly around the drum kit.
The set came to an end, and Jean thanked the audience graciously. But he made a gesture at you to head towards where he was going.
“Are you going to give me a name?” He asked as he leaned across the lockers after he tugged you down the winding hallways.
“Might as well. I did promise. Y/N.”
"What if I want to call you something else?" He grinned.
“…Like?”
"What if I wanted to call you... mine?"
“Ew…never say that again.” You burst into hysterics as you shoved your palm right onto his face.
“But I gotta give my best man some ideas when our wedding comes.”
“Wedding…?!” You exclaimed. “What makes you so sure I’m the woman you’ll marry?”
“A man can dream... and I’m dreaming right now. Besides... you did just throw me your bra. You’re definitely the one.” He cheesed as he gripped onto the lacy black bra for dear life.
He eventually ushered you out of the venue, and there was a sense of pride as you walked hand in hand to the VIP section of the afterparty.
All kinds of people called out his name, the beautiful women you worried about too. But from his actions, it seemed as if he was dead set on you.
It was jumping the gun, for a man you’d only become recently acquainted with to swear you’d be the woman he’d marry.
But in a way, it intrigued you. He had the same passion he had on stage with you.
Things started to become slightly hazy.
The lights in the club were low, you were in a secluded area so the only sounds were muffled music and murmurs of people on the dance floor.
Jean was tipsy from the strong drinks he’d downed at the bar so he kept dipping his head low now and then with a glimmer in his eye. Irises swirling with lust.
He had this effect on you, and he knows how good he does. Eyes flickering looking at your plump and glossed lips with his eyes half lidded.
Moving in closer and closer as if he would throw caution to the wind and ravish your pillowy ones.
He eventually leaned in, his scent aromatic and inviting.
"Do you want me to kiss you..?" He whispered, nudging your head to the side as he inched in closer to the bare skin of your shoulders.
You nodded almost urgently, shuddering at his breath tickling your skin.
"I can't hear you…” He sang as he ran his nose against your jawline.
"Please." You breathed out shakily.
He straightened his posture out and cupped the right side of your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in. He gave you a short and chaste kiss. It was a sweet one, so pure.
It was the beginning of your love story.
“You sure?”
Jean was in Los Angeles and you were miles apart. Or — that’s what you made him think. You were in the same town but you kept it a secret.
“I wanna surprise him.”
“Yeah, but I guarantee he’s gonna be a jackass the entire day if you make him think you’re bailing.” Connie retorted.
“Not my problem.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“C’mon, Y/N! I’ve had a two-week streak here without Diva Kirstein! Do you know how rare that is? And you’re just gonna blow it out of the water and subject me to that?”
“Be a trooper!” You barked as you hung up.
A lot changed in the coming decade. He kept his promise and the two of you wed in a lavish ceremony in the private islands.
Jean was the lead singer and the trio became a quartet with the addition of Reiner Braun, a unique guitarist. So Jean could focus on singing rather than juggling the two.
Jean and Reiner butt heads at first, but bonded eventually. The two men shared a deep love of the blues as they both came from the South.
The rookie band that had to go around handing out CDs were now an established rock group that was fast on their way into going down in history.
Now it was time to break it to him, as you sat in the café of the hotel.
During rehearsals for their show tonight, he practically dived across the room when he saw your contact name flash on the screen.
“Baby, is that you?” He breathed out as he brought it to his ear, clutching onto the phone.
“Of course, it’s me you damn goof.” You snorted.
“Man, it's so good to hear your voice, you have no idea. Got on full on withdrawals without ya, y’know.” He grinned as he absentmindedly ruffled his hair.
“I know, I miss you too. Hopefully you haven’t been giving the rest of the gang a hard time, hm Diva Kirstein?”
“I may or may not be the source of our tech guy's current gray hair.” He responded with an uneasy laugh, rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Take it easy on the poor guy, alright?” You took a deep breath. “I wish I was calling under better circumstances.”
“Uh oh…what’s going on, honey?”
“I don’t think I can make it to this weekend’s show, Jean. I’m really sorry.”
There was a beat of silence on the line before he spoke with an edge to his voice.
“…What the hell is going on?”
“Just work stuff…but it’s really urgent.”
“Okay…and how long is this ‘urgent work stuff’ going to take?”
You winced. It sounded like he was mimicking your words.
Jean had been in the limelight for coming near a decade now.
And as much as you hate to point out his shortcomings, he’s the man you love after all, he’s become rather spoilt and entitled.
His label loved him. Why wouldn’t they? He was their money maker. He got whatever the hell he wanted with the click of his fingers.
“Jean, I can’t hop on a flight across the States in one night…!” You protested.
Even thought you were telling him a white lie, frustration was building in your system from how he was getting.
“We haven’t seem each other in months. And you’re ditching me for work shit? If it were me, I’d cancel these damn shows and run to you.”
“Here we go with the guilt tripping, real mature Jean.” You sighed as you pinched your nose bridge. “Cos I’m not this megaceleb that can click their fingers and change things because everybody worships the ground he walks on! I’m a regular woman with a 9-5!”
“Don’t you dare use that against me.”
“You know what, call me when you stop trying to rip my head off. Happy fuckin’ birthday, Jean.” You said harshly and cut the line.
You felt bad. Because Jean Kirstein is so in love with you. It’s the sort of love you read in epics.
You’d wave a hand dismissively, but he would walk barefoot on hot coals if it meant he could engulf you in a bear hug and shower you with kisses on the other side.
You let out a sigh and looked down at the vibrant hues of the salad in the bowl. After that screaming match, it didn’t look appetising anymore.
Arguing with Jean always made you feel like shit. Married all these years, but it never calmed down. He was lava and you were ice when it came to butting heads.
Neither one of you wanted to back down.
Crowds stretched as far as the eye could see. The opening guitar chords echoed throughout the stadium.
The audience immediately went into a frenzy as the camera focused on him, projecting the handsome face onto the big screen.
He exclaimed, garnering roars and cheers of excitement and delight.
Only the ones in Jean’s inner circle knew his true feelings. There’d been many times where he was furious or heartbroken but nobody could tell.
That’s how dedicated he was. Jean Kirstein to his core was an entertainer first and foremost.
After three hours of renditions from their hits, remixed versions, and intervals with speeches from each member, Jean was more than ready to skedaddle off stage and drink himself to sleep.
He was a wallowing loser without you.
But his ears pricked up when he heard the familiar chords of ‘Happy Birthday’ begin to play from Reiner’s guitar.
The plastered fake smile suddenly morphed into a shocked expression when he saw your familiar figure wheeling a three-tier cake with sparklers towards him.
“Drama queen.” You muttered under your breath as Jean crouched and covered his face.
“What’s the tears for, eh?” You chuckled as you looked down at him, patting his head.
He gave a soft, breathy laugh, trying not to cry. His voice cracks as he manages to speak.
“…I thought that you weren’t gonna be here.”
“Well, I’m here now. Aren’t I?” You teased but were cut off as he rose to his full six-foot stature and lifted you.
By reflex, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed his face into your shoulder.
The crowd chanted his name and he struggled to wipe the huge smile off his face as he held you, unable to believe what was happening right now. Ashamed of how he yelled at you.
Marco, Connie and Reiner took it upon themselves to scoop the cake and begin to smear it on Jean and you.
You both squawked and shrieked, Jean releasing you so he could get back at the rest of them.
“Connieeeee!” You squealed as you draped your arms around him in the hallways of the venue.
“Hey, hey easy!” He whined.
Jean who was rather tipsy from the celebratory champagne leaned in and latched his lips onto Connie’s neck, sucking a purple mark onto the tan skin.
“Get offa me…!” Connie protested as he squirmed in Jean’s iron grip.
“Can’t I show my buddy some love?” Jean chuckled as he wrapped a bicep around Connie, putting him in a headlock. So much so, that Reiner had to pry Jean off.
“Go spend some time with your missus, huh? Since you were sulking all day cos you thought she wasn’t gonna come.” Reiner guffawed, pushing Jean towards you.
You felt your stomach flutter as there was a predatory glint in his eye as he zeroed in on you.
Yanking you into the dressing room, he lowered you onto the plush seating of the velvet couch.
Kissing Jean was an otherworldly experience, especially when he was away from you for months. The way he would explore the recesses of your mouth with his tongue.
Lapping it up, his fingers digging into your skin to grip your jaw. He wanted to devour you whole.
Sometimes, you’d have to grab a fistful of his hair to yank him away to catch your breath.
Lips swollen and bitten, tingling sensations roaming from your mouth to your core, light stubble grazing your soft skin deliciously that would elicit audible reactions.
You whined his name and pulled him away, chest heaving.
“What?” He sulked.
“I need to breathe, y’know!”
“Can't have you dying on me now, can we?” He chuckled darkly as his forefinger curled to run across your jawline.
His fingers slid under your panties and rubbed against your wet folds. As he leaned in closer, his lips brushed against your ear.
"Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?"
It felt heavenly. His fingers always knew what made you tick. However, your heart pounded at the prospect of the others walking in.
“I do...so much, I missed you so fucking much.” You stuttered, pussy throbbing around nothing as his fingers continued to stroke your slit, purposely teasing and not fully plunging them in.
"Perfect." He said, locking the door behind you. "Let's make some noise.”
“You're so nasty...”
“Let me make you cum." He started rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb. "We'll see how nasty I can really be."
He revelled in your reactions closely, the wetness of your cunt, the way your body trembled under his touch.
His cock throbbed in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to be inside you. He leant down and bit your neck lightly.
“I want more..mmph…” You said hoarsely as you leaned back to give him more access to the skin of your neck.
"More, huh?" He asks, his voice husky with desire. "I can give you more."
His other hand reached around to squeeze your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple causing you to jolt and gasp into his mouth.
"But first, let's make sure you're nice and wet for me."
“M'gonna cum, Jean...” You whined pathetically as your walls pulsated around his digits. “Gonna cum for you..”
He licked his lips at the sight of your face contorting into expressions of pleasure and need for him.
"Fuck, yes..." He murmured as he felt your orgasm hit. "That's it, baby...cum for me."
You skipped out on the afterparty. People were disappointed since it was the last concert of the long tour but Jean couldn’t care less.
He needed to be buried inside you, as soon as possible.
He didn’t even give you a chance to fully undress and kick off your heels as the two of you walked back into his hotel suite.
“Slow down you idiot, we got all night!” You laughed breathlessly as he hurled you to the bed with Goliath-esque strength.
“Need you now.” He muttered, his face in your neck again as he hurriedly yanked off his belt.
You eventually both undressed, and you gasped out as you felt his erection press against your bare thigh, already seeping with pre-cum.
"Gonna fuck you now..." He whispered, his hands gripping your hips. "I’m gonna make you scream my name."
It’d been too long. And you forgot how you used to stretch yourself out to take his dick. You were already soaked from all the teasing and riling up in the car journey home not to mention the way he finger fucked you in the dressing room.
“Too big...” You whimpered when his fat tip grazed your drenched slit, puffy with arousal. “Not gonna fit..”
"Shhh...I'm sorry, baby. We can slow down." He reassured you as he smooched your forehead tenderly.
"Let me make sure you're okay."
He stroked your hair until your breathing calmed down. When he felt your body relax, he moved back between your legs.
"Let's try again," He whispered as he sucked your neck, teeth grazing the skin. "Spread your legs for me, you want it to fit, don't you?"
“I do...want you in me, Jean...so bad...” You panted, long nails digging into his beefy forearms.
He smirked, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds.
"Good girl," He murmured, his voice husky with need. "I'm gonna take you nice and slow, baby. Just relax and let me in."
With a controlled thrust, he began to slide into you, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. He scrutinised your face, gauging your reactions, making sure not to overwhelm you.
"You're so tight around me, baby. I can't get enough of you, y'know that right? My girl." He groaned, his hips pressing closer to yours. "Only my girl knows how to take me in this good...look how that pussy is sucking me in...shit, baby."
His pace became hasty, the sound of your bodies slapping against each other filling the room. He leant down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he drove deeper into you.
“Cos...it's only for you...” You mumbled, pulling him impossibly close as if your bare chests slick with sweat wasn’t already flush.
You were on cloud nine, the drought was being blessed with thunderous rainfall. And you were beyond grateful, damn near about to cry as your toes curled and your fingers dug into his sides.
The fat mounds of your breasts against his soft pecs, your soft belly against the rigid and taut muscle of his abdomen, the hair slightly tickling.
His sanity was slipping, his restraint shattered by your words. He picked up the pace even further, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.
"Fuck...that's it...say it again. My girl...my fucking girl..." He mustered out between gritted teeth, feeling a familiar tightening in his abdomen.
His body convulsed as he released inside you, his release mixing with your juices, coating your walls milky white.
He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily, his forehead resting against yours.
"Goddamn.”
“Happy birthday baby.” You heaved out as you leaned in to kiss his temple. “Yell at me again on the phone like that and I’ll ditch you for real.”
He sharply nudged your side, causing you to erupt into laughter.
“Ow…!”
“Well, you lied to me so I’d say it’s even.” He responded as he stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving.
author’s note: omg this is so rushed please forgive me 😭😭 but i wanted to write rockstar!jean for so long anyways. if you enjoyed, please reblog n leave feedback 🥹
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— ★ LIPS LIKE SUGAR // SANJI
content: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, set in live action, not much plot apart from sanji bein a whore lmao, fluff, suggestive no smut, bittersweet ending mdni
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"Hurry up!" You called out as Sanji fumbled around, trying to discard his cigarette properly.
"Hold your horses!" He grumbled.
You and Sanji spent the afternoon strolling through the lively village as the warm sun pleasantly beat down on your skin.
You finally arrived at the park you had told him about earlier, you were grateful that there was barely anybody there since you wanted peace and quiet.
As much as you loved the Baratie staff, you usually found yourself craving unfrequented areas and this seemed to fit. Especially with how raucous the service was.
"What's on your mind?" Sanji questioned with a dazed smile as he rested on the blanket, hands behind his head.
"Just appreciate being on land every once in a while." You answered.
"You'll get used to it sooner or later. I used to get seasick a lot."
"Really?"
"Nah, I just wanted to make you feel better." He said with a cheeky smile and you nudged him hard.
You sat cross-legged as you broke off a bit of a pastry to try to feed Sanji, however, he was insistent on not moving from the comfortable position he was in which caused it to crumble on his neck making him jump up and start dusting it off rapidly.
You doubled over in laughter at the scene.
"Why'd you bring the best wine, huh?" He enquired as he squinted his eyes. "Zeff is gonna kill me."
"Cos I'd been eyeing it up for a while." You snickered. "And why you?"
"Come on sweetheart, you know he'd chop off his other leg before he would touch a hair on your head." He snorted. "I'd take the blame regardless."
"How chivalrous." You said wryly. "Are all the crumbs gone?"
"No thanks to you." He snorted, opening the collar buttons of his shirt to tackle any of the crumbs that fell under his clothes.
"Sanji...!" You hissed when you saw slivers of his skin.
"What?"
"That was so unnecessary!" You barked.
"I might get you back later and see how you fare with crumbs scraping against your skin." He snapped.
"No, no, no. You get on my nerves. Any excuse to show your abs."
"You're complaining but I don't miss the way your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when I take off my shirt."
"That is not TRUE! Shut up!" You snapped as you swatted his arm.
"Okay, okay. Relax, don't get all worked up. I'm sorry, darling.." He said, voice becoming gentle. "Don't get angry at me."
Your eyes met his, and you felt your heart begin to race the more he looked at you.
"...Sanji." You whispered.
"You want me to kiss you, don't you? It's all over your face." He said, a little cockily.
"Thank you for ruining the moment." You deadpanned, turning away.
"I was teasing! Y/N don't be a spoilsport!" Sanji whined, and you tilted your head lower to brush your lips against his.
It was supposed to be a chaste and gentle kiss. Something that said "Thank you for accompanying me".
But of course, Sanji had to make it something more heated. When he held your chin firmly, not letting you pull away completely, nibbling on your lower lip.
It threw you off and you froze, tensing up immediately.
He sensed your fear and immediately pulled away.
"Are you alright...? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" His voice filled with panic.
"No! No, it didn't make me uncomfortable, Sanji! I'm fine, I promise..!" You said, sheepishly. "I'm just...new to this. I mean it."
"Oh. Well, if you freeze up like that it makes think I scared you." He said, with a sigh of relief.
"Look, let's try again. That just caught me off guard. And sit up." You said.
"Aye, aye captain." He said as he sat up, rising to a fuller height. "And try to relax, mhm?"
He gazed at your lips for a few seconds, before he leaned in once again to kiss you. You closed your eyes as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands sliding down your waist.
Moving his head to guide you in a smooth rhythm. When your lips parted for air, you felt his tongue slide against your own.
You remember what he told you about relaxing, despite the urge to jump and squeal when you felt heat pool deep in your gut, causing your hand to clutch onto his forearms.
But it was like he read your mind because he pulled away with a smile.
"Wasn't so bad, huh?" He chuckled, stroking your cheek with his index finger.
"It was alright." You teased.
"Guess I got to step up my game.." He grinned, as he leaned back.
You were tasked with collecting from a renowned purveyor of gourmet meats. The meat itself wasn't going to be in a large batch but Sanji insisted on tagging along as "brawn".
"Can I take a peek inside?" You questioned as your eyes settled on the small crate you picked up.
"Wouldn't kill you." Sanji replied as he watched your fingers toy with the metal latches.
"No, smart-ass. I mean is it gonna expire the second I open it? I never know shit with you fancy pants chefs." You retorted.
He arched a brow at your logic, then sat up.
"You didn't tell me what meat the old man told you to get."
"Um..."
You fished around in your pocket and handed him the small paper Zeff gave you. Despite working at Baratie, you had little to no culinary knowledge.
"Well, if I think about it no meat should be opened." He chuckled. "If you're so curious, come evening dinner service."
"No thanks. Going into that kitchen during dinner service is like being thrown into the lion's den." You replied.
"Oh come on. I think you're exaggerating slightly." He said with an uneasy laugh. "We're not that bad, are we?"
"That goes straight in the bin! Are you thick? How many times-"
That voice undeniably belonged to Zeff.
"And how many flipping times are you gonna chuck away perfectly good food? You're doing my HEAD IN..!"
And that voice undeniably belonged to Sanji.
"Is there a problem?" The lady at the table asked, her eyebrows furrowed in concern as Sanji and Zeff's bickering echoed despite the dining room being lively itself.
"Well..." You began with a pained smile. "You could say our chefs at Baratie are pretty passionate about their craft. Apologies for the disturbance, ma'am."
And what did you tell Sanji earlier?
Zeff was an intimidating figure, even if he treated you like a daughter the last thing you'd do was yell at him. But there were ways to reign in Sanji.
You didn't get involved in their daily spats however it wore your nerve thin whenever they argued so loud the snobby customers made comments.
Making your way to the back, Zeff had most likely stormed off like he always did when he argued with Sanji.
Sanji's lips curved into a smile and eyes glimmered when you approached him.
"Hello gorgeous..!" He grinned as you headed towards him.
"Told you not to call me that during shifts." You muttered under your breath.
"I can't help myself.." Sanji grinned as he snaked his arms around your waist and buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his face and making you squirm away. "I know deep down you love it."
You rolled your eyes as you sank your teeth into your lower lip, repressing a smile. He was right, you did like it.
"Oi, I said keep that lovey-dovey shite out of my kitchen!" Zeff's voice boomed causing you to scuttle away from Sanji.
"Sorry...!" You squeaked and rushed back out to the dining room.
"Now why'd you go and do that for, you old shitbag?!" Sanji barked, chucking his apron onto the floor.
"And where do you think you're going?!"
"Break." Sanji snapped.
"I wish you guys didn't argue so much." You murmured as the two of you stood on the deck of the restaurant, watching the lively celebration.
"Me and the old man arguing is nature at this point, my love." Sanji scoffed. "It's not too serious, don't worry so much."
"It's annoying having to apologise on behalf of you two." You snapped. "The guests must think-"
"And the guests, my dear Y/N-" He cut you off. "Are a bunch of snobs that come here to brag to other snobs that they ate here. You're too sweet for your own good."
"You think too highly of me, Sanji." You sighed as you leaned against the railing.
You suddenly felt his hand turn your jaw to face him.
"There ain't such a thing as me thinking too highly of you, love. You just don't give yourself enough credit...you should be proud of yourself."
"Thank you.." You smiled.
You adored him, truly. When Sanji first laid eyes on you, he had a typical reaction when he saw other women he found attractive.
He would shower you with compliments, saying how beautiful and gorgeous. Your heart was always wary, but Sanji didn't have reason to be disingenuous.
Regardless, after he pulled away to light up a cigarette and you gazed at him, thoughts swirled in your head. Something else had to be brewing, truly. Sanji was unaware, but he had outgrown Baratie long ago. You were waiting for him to realise it himself.
"What's on your mind?" He grinned as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side.
Your eyes met his. You weren't gonna lie.
You could tell Sanji was looking at you with adoration. But the more you took in his appearance and felt his body against your own, something else was clouding your mind.
"You look like you want to devour me whole.." He chuckled.
"You're so full of it." You scoffed, leaning back away from him.
"Nah, nah, nah...c'mere." He grinned as he wrapped his long fingers around your wrist to pull you up against him.
"Missed the taste of your lips. Everything I’ve tried and nothing is sweeter than them...y'know I've been thinkin' about this for a really long time...."
"We were together all day." You snarked.
"C'mon, I'm tryna set the mood.." He sighed. "I've been imagining what I'd wanna do with you...in my head, over and over again."
"Please enlighten me."
"You sure, babe? I'm sure a girl like you gets embarrassed by that kinda talk." He teased.
"Don't leave me in the dark." You smiled, as you felt him bury his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bare skin gently.
"Us in bed...you, spread out before me, and me touchin' ya all over." He grinned.
"Sanji..!"
"Don't give me that! You asked!"
“That chore boy is funny.” Sanji murmured as you sat in his lap in the bed of his cabin.
“Mhm? Yeah, I think he gets on Zeff’s nerves more than you, should be a record.” You chuckled as he rested his head on your bare chest, you absentmindedly twirling his blonde locks between your fingers.
“He asked me to join his crew.” Sanji said.
“Well…is that something you want?” You questioned, as you pulled back so you could look him directly into his eyes.
There was a conflicted look flickering in his eyes, and his smile wavered.
“Y/N. He…just has this weird hold over people.” Sanji began, struggling to find the right words.
“You’re not gonna hurt my feelings if you go, Sanji.” You said softly, as a look of relief washed over his face.
“But I don’t want to leave you.” He stuttered. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Sanji. Same way everybody else here loves you.” You smiled. “But the real test of our love is this. Because I’m not gonna be selfish and keep you here.”
“What do you mean?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing.
“You outgrew this place a long time ago.” You smiled. “You’ll flourish elsewhere. Does that hold Luffy had over you? He was the first person to validate your dreams.”
Sanji was left speechless. The only word he could muster out was your name.
“Come with me.” He said, almost frantically.
You shook your head.
“No, it’s your dream, Sanji.” You smiled, framing the sides of his face.
“You’re gonna stick with that shitty old man instead of me?” Sanji joked, trying to push down the sob clawing at his throat.
“Stop being a baby.” You giggled, as you leaned in to kiss him.
“C’mon.” He mumbled as he pushed you gently down on the mattress. “You’re a bigger baby than me and you know it.”
Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his body press against yours, his warmth and weight on you felt heavenly almost.
Your hands began to skim down his bare sides which spurred him on in trailing kisses along the column of your throat to your collarbones.
There wasn’t a need for your usual banter or back and forth. He took his time, ever so gently.
If he was leaving, he wanted to leave no part of you untouched. He was trying to memorise the softness of your skin and the light floral fragrance. Pull out every sound possible out of you.
“Don’t open this until you actually set off.” You told him as you slipped the envelope in his hands. You let him say goodbye to the rest of the Baratie staff.
You shared your farewells the night before and it was evident with the shockingly bites and scratch marks across your body.
Thank you for always being patient with me.
Thank you for always making me feel like the most perfect girl in the world.
Thank you for always putting a smile on my face.
Thank you for always making sure I had something to eat.
Thank you for always putting me to sleep, even when you think I was heavy in sleep I didn’t miss the way you pulled the cover over me and kissed my temple wishing me sweet dreams.
I’ll wait for you, I promise.
“Damn it..” Sanji sniffled to himself as his tears began to smudge the ink.
author’s note: if u read dis far ty for reading 🙈 sawry for any spelling or grammatical errors
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“then so be it” ⋆ red haired shanks
content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, conflict angst, fluff
author’s note: opla shanks is sexy, tbh so is animanga shanks 😹 so u can imagine which ever
word count: 1.5k
He means well.
That’s what you believe, and when he does things that chip away at that thought, it's what you say aloud.
You feel silly. because when you try and face reality with the way Shanks disrespects you, you hear a voice in the back of your head pull up that same excuse.
Descending a path of overthinking never helps you. All it does is make you panic and question your sanity.
You’d been in a long-term relationship with the notorious Red Haired Shanks, captain of the aptly named Red Haired Pirates and it was never going to be a walk in the park.
He drops by when he can to your home island, even if it irritates his crew members but he can easily pacify them by making a detour to the local tavern and having some alone time with you for a few nights before he's off heading to whatever journey to god knows where.
You reminisce on how you two met.
Your village had always been under an oppressive tyrant's rule but it was lifted thanks to Red Haired pirates. Now your home was back to normal and free.
Apparently, that’s what Emperors of the Sea could just do.
It was slightly embarrassing for you to admit to Shanks later on that you had fallen for him the moment you saw him. How cliché.
But as soon as you had given him the green light for him to pursue you, he made sure everybody knew you were his.
*
"Jeez, what's with you Captain? You look like shit." Lucky commented after Shanks had been uncharacteristically quiet for the last few days.
"Always can count on you for honesty, can't I buddy?" Shanks chuckled as he straightened his posture slightly.
"You and the missus on bad terms or what?" Beckman questioned as he leaned his elbows against the bar and tilted his head back.
"How’d you know, you sneaky bastard?"
"Written all over your face. What's the damage?"
"Stood her up." Shanks said, thumping his head on the counter.
"For how long?"
"Waiter said the sweet thing had been sitting there for two hours. Christ, I’ve never fucked up this bad."
"Damn, you missed your anniversary cos you were out drinking with us?"
"I’m a dirtbag." Shanks groaned, still wallowing in his guilt.
There was a slight commotion and clamouring of other pirates at the front of the tavern, Lucky turned his head to see what all the noise was about.
"Oooooweeeee!"
"Smokin' hot!"
Lucky’s eyes immediately widened when he realized who it was.
"Uh Cap, you're gonna wanna see this."
"I don't wanna look at some random broads, Lucky. I’m already in the doghouse and all I can think of is my beloved-"
"She’s right there!" Lucky exclaimed.
Shanks pulled a face and squinted his eyes at the absurdity of the suggestion you were even here.
"Quit pullin' my leg Lucky. You ain’t funny."
"I’m dead serious, Cap! Look!"
Shanks did a spit take when he saw none other than his girlfriend, stood at the entrance with three other gorgeous women.
All in the most showy, dressy attire you could think of.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Yasopp questioned.
It was common knowledge that you stuck on your island. And never left.
There was countless men fawning over the four women, but you in particular since you were sporting a “Come and get me look”
You strut your way towards the bar where Shanks and Lucky were sat. Deliberately swinging your hips, running your fingers through your hair and licking your teeth which only seemed to drive the men more wild.
Countless offers to pay for your drink as they mobbed around you.
Shanks however, was not particularly impressed by the series of events currently unfolding in front of him.
"How are you even here right now?" He questioned, elbow propped against the bar.
"I’m sorry darling, have we met somewhere before?" You asked, in a saccharinely sweet tone as you looked at him through your eyelashes.
The Red Haired pirates burst into absolute hysterics, banging tables, spilling drinks and jeering.
"SHE GOT YOU GOOD SHANKS!"
He simply smirked and turned his head to face his raucous crew members.
If you wanted to get your own back, then so be it. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it.
*
"If that bastard thinks he can CAST ME to the side he's got another thing coming." You fumed, as you ransacked through your closet while your best friend Max sat on the ottoman in your bedroom, cackling.
"You two really are made for each other." She remarked as she puffed out the smoke from her cigarette. "I’ve never seen a man who can fire you up that easily."
"I told you no smoking in my house idiot, go to the window before you make the whole place smell gross."
"Fine." She said, as she got up begrudgingly.
She didn't put up a fight since anybody who knew you and was granted access into your abode knew it was pristine.
"I’m gonna look for the sluttiest dress I own."
"And what?"
"Give him some of his own medicine." You hissed. "He getting way too comfortable. He thinks just because I let him do whatever he can neglect me."
"I don't think he's neglecting you." She replied. "You and I both know he's crazy about you, and that your relationship was never going to be like a normal one what with him being one of the four emperors of the sea."
"I don't need rationality at the moment, Max!" You screeched.
*
He dragged you outside of the tavern and turned to face you.
Shanks never got angry. But when he did, it was spine chilling and it took everything in you not to scuttle away like a scared critter.
You were inebriated, struggling to stand upright.
"I let you have your lil payback but why are you dancing with other men in front of my face?" He questioned as he furrowed his brows together.
"Oh, now you care."
"Y/N, don't be silly! When have I not cared? Is this about the anniversary?"
You struggled to come up with an answer on the spot.
"There’s more to it than that Shanks, and you know it! Yeah, that anniversary date meant a lot to me but you blow me off all the time. And don't use your job crap because a good chunk of your time is spent partying it up and drinking with your buddies!"
"I am only doing what you asked." Shanks sighed, anger dissipating away. "I asked you to come with me, does that ring any bells? And you said no. I try to visit you when I can."
"What? So its just all my fault? Yeah I wanted to stay home cos I have a life outside of you!”
"I know." Shanks said, defeatedly.
You swallowed thickly as you felt a lump form in your throat and tears prickle at your waterline.
"I don't know why I insisted...on being with you." You began, unable to face him. "You told me so, huh Shanks?" You said with a wry chuckle as he gazed at you.
"I didn't say that to be a smart ass. I love you. So much. With every fibre of my being." He said, as he moved closer to cup the side of your face with one hand.
He could be romantic when he wanted but he liked to get under your skin, as he grabbed hold of your jaw and smooshed your cheeks together, making your lips pout.
“Shanks, you’re not funny…!” You barked, sounding ridiculous as you struggled to pull out of his grip.
He let go and chuckled.
“I’m sorry, baby. You’re easy to tease.” He scoffed, then pulled you right against his chest.
"You’re making it worse." You murmured as you felt yourself crumble internally as he rubbed your back gently and kissed the top of your head.
"Then so be it.”
“…Shanks.”
You leaned up to brush your lips against his but he was unreceptive.
“I wouldn’t feel right, baby.” He said gently with a smile, pulling away from the kiss. “You’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.”
“But…I came with my friends.”
“I’ll take care of it, I promise. We’ll drop them home. I’ll let you sleep it off too.” He said, reassuringly as the two of you began to walk back to the tavern.
Soon enough, you rested in the bed of captain’s cabin’s of the Red Force. Mind drifting off to sleep.
He knew you well, despite barely being around. He was a smart guy, despite it all.
He knew you were a sleepy drunk.
“I’m lowdown and no good for an angel like you. But, I’ll do my best to make it up to you.” He murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in his and running his thumb across the hollow of your knuckles.
You were half asleep and bleary eyed, but his gentle tone and rocking of the ship was enough to lull you back to sleep.
“I mean it.”
You squeezed his hand gently, making him smile. He then pressed his lips against the crown of your head and made his way out.
author’s note: ty if u read dis far im publishing dis late af so sawry if there’s any mistakes
#shanks x reader#opla shanks#one piece x reader#one piece fanfic#one piece x y/n#akagami no shanks#one piece x female reader#one piece angst#one piece oneshots#one piece scenario#one piece x black reader#opla x reader#red haired shanks#red haired pirates#one piece imagines#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles
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— ★ BLOODSHED // SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI
content & warnings: fem!reader, canon-verse, canon typical violence (blood, vomit, death, reader has suicidal thoughts due to survivor’s guilt), conflict (sanemi insults reader a bit but hey) smut (unprotected sex, missionary) mdni
author’s note: saw the demon slayer movie n had thoughts 🫠
word count: 1.6k
Too late.
That was the only words that echoed in Sanemi's mind.
He told you to stay behind the bushes whilst he investigated the scene. Your nose wrinkled at the acrid stench of flesh.
Sanemi was not a childhood friend. He was a familiar face to you when you were both children but he was nowhere near a friend.
The tragedy that struck his family in your village was whispered among the residents. But never fully discussed under Sanemi's blood-curdling glare.
He eventually left to join the Demon Slayer Corps. His younger brother followed in his footsteps.
Fast forward to the present, you were caught amidst the pattern of young women disappearing. Sanemi and Iguro had swooped in to rescue you.
The Wind Hashira and Serpent Hashira bickered amongst themselves as you were thrown across Sanemi's shoulder against your will before they parted ways.
In Sanemi's book, he would've dropped you home with no further explanation. His duty was done.
But as he made his way into the heart of the village, boots slick with blood, and the coppery tang of it mingling with the earthy scent of churned soil wafted to his nose, he realized it wasn't going to be as simple as he wanted it to be.
Corpses were strewn across the ground like discarded puppets, their lifeless forms contorted in unnatural poses. Weapons littered on the ground. It was beyond unnerving.
His eyebrows furrowed. He told you to stay put, and he turned to see you crawling across the ground.
"Are they all dead?" You mustered out. The air was heavy with an eerie silence.
"...Yeah." Sanemi responded voice devoid of emotion, not able to meet your eye.
Your hands covered your mouth as you felt bile scratch your throat. Scrambling away, you felt your chest heave and you threw up with all your might.
The image of children crying and screaming as they cowered with their parents as the demons slaughtered them was too much.
A once bustling marketplace was now reduced to a graveyard, the stalls overturned and splattered with crimson. Laughter and conversation replaced with screams of terror.
That was the last thing you remembered before you felt faint and were submerged in darkness.
Your eyes blearily wrenched open. The atmosphere was different. From the destruction and hollowness of your home, there was warm light that shed through the paper screens and a fragrant aroma mixed with the scent of herbs.
Struggling to sit up, you felt a wrinkled hand press you back down onto the futon. You turned your head to face the kind face.
"Where am I?"
She didn't respond. Rather, she stood up, bowed and exited the room. Leaving you bewildered.
Your clothes had been changed and your feet were no longer scraped and bloody like they were when Sanemi rescued you from the demon's clutches.
Pushing off the covers, you could feel a presence. Your eyes focused on the shoji screen door, and sure enough, Sanemi was sitting cross-legged on the engawa.
He didn't bother to look at you.
"You haven't changed." You said.
He's still brash. Rude. But to you, maybe not to others it's just a defence mechanism. To push people away.
He didn't respond.
"Do you regret...saving me?" You finally questioned.
Sanemi felt his heart race. He was crushed with the guilt of all those villagers dying.
"No." He said bluntly.
"I wish you didn't." You spat and headed back indoors leaving him completely dumbstruck.
Sanemi felt rage boil within him. The vein in his temple throbbed as he saw red.
Within an instant, he shot up to yank the door open as he glared at you, breathing heavily.
"You UNGRATEFUL WENCH!" He bellowed.
You sat up from the futon, eyes widening.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" You screeched, livid at his audacity.
"You heard me, loud and clear!" He spat. "After what I did for you?!"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO LIVE IF IT WAS AT THE COST OF AN ENTIRE VILLAGE...?!" You shrieked, a lump forming in your throat.
The words stung him. All the guilt of the massacred village comes crashing down on him.
"YOU STILL LIVE." He seethed. "YOU TAKE THAT CHANCE I GAVE YOU, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"What the HELL is left for me?! YOU SAW IT! IT WAS A GRAVEYARD!" You sobbed, tears spilling down your cheeks.
He turned away. His face was beet red, balling up his fists as he shook with a silent rage.
"But you are ALIVE, aren't you?!"
"What use is there being alive...?" You said defeatedly, not wanting to scream anymore as your body began to wrack with sobs. "Just do me a favor, and end my life."
"Don't ask me to do stupid crap like that, you hear me?" Sanemi hissed as he glared at you. "My blade is for those demonic bastards. Not airhead humans."
"I have no reason to live."
"I said, don't talk like that." He said sternly as he grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him.
He practically was lying on you whilst you were sitting on the futon.
The two of you had emotions brewing. Unexplainable. And as terrifying as Sanemi could be, there was a magnetic pull between the two of you.
And it appeared he shared the same sentiment, as he instantly captured your lips for a hungry kiss.
First, your body froze. But when you registered this was something you wanted, with the way heat pooled deep in your gut, you returned the kiss.
Sanemi planted his large and calloused hand onto the back of your neck. He groaned into the kiss as your tongue ventured inside the recess of his mouth, caressing his own.
Hands grasping and shedding clothes off. Ripping, forcing and tugging at the fabric that seemed to be confining the both of you.
Your palms grazed and slid against the taut, firm muscle that was etched with countless scars. His fingers digging and kneading your soft and supple skin, the outlines of your curves and dips.
Pulling away from the heated kiss, gasping for air to latch onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
Closer, closer, he needs to feel you. Your limbs intertwine, Sanemi's digits gripping into the plump flesh of your rear to haul you onto his lap.
Your eyes flutter shut, it's almost heavenly the way his sharp canines sink into your throat, how he alternates between gliding his tongue and grazing the jagged edges.
He wants to devour you whole. And you'd let him over and over again. You want him, you'd let him tear you apart.
The way he growls gutturally as his achingly hard cock merely brushes against your soaked slit.
He pushed you back and began to palm at your breasts, kneading them as he met your lips again, lapping into your mouth.
"Fucking beautiful, y'know that?" He grunts between the sloppy kisses.
"You're okay.." You tease with a smile as your hands skim across his sides.
"I'm better than okay." He chuckles. You wince as he gripped and squeezed your flesh, marking you up.
He finally pulled away, his hands pinning your wrists down. His tongue dragged over his lower lip as his cock throbbed, the way you were spread out for him.
The steady forming red marks littered across your skin, the bite marks, your skin sheen with sweat, the goosebumps all across your arms and the way your lips had swollen.
"Tell me what you want." He rasped out, a predatory glint in his eye. He never thought sex could elicit the same high he got from massacring demons.
"I want you inside me..." You responded meekly.
“Anything for you.”
Sanemi let out a stutter as he slowly pushed himself inside, entering you was true bliss. The way your velvet walls accommodated him.
You mewled at how he stretched you out, your back instantly arching. He met your lips furiously, eyebrows furrowing.
"Want this whole place to hear you scream my name." He mumbled, sweat trickling down his forehead.
Sanemi nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he began to thrust. You were a babbling mess as he buried himself in you to the hilt.
You whined as his nails dug into your hips.
"...Nemi." You mustered out pathetically, the saliva from your kissing dribbling down your chin.
"Need to...cum inside of you, make you mine." He grunted as he pounded into you relentlessly, grunting and snarling as he felt your slick walls clench around his cock.
The room was filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat as he drove you toward the brink of ecstasy.
"S'close, Sanemi..." You breathed out, his thumb dragging against your plump lower lip with a cocky smile.
"Let's cum together, okay...?" He whispered near your ear, uncharacteristically gentle.
You nodded and soon enough, your bodies were in sync, a cacophony of breaths coming in short gasps, moans of pleasure and skin slapping.
Sanemi felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, feeling you grasp around him.
He kept his focus firmly on you, reaching to circle your clit, adding stimulation to push you over the edge.
Your walls pulsated wildly as he slammed into you, his seed spilling deep inside of you in hot spurts.
He instantly collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. It took a moment for him to finally peel himself off of you.
Your eyes raked over his face, your hand cradled the side of his face and he leaned into your touch.
Sanemi barely smiles. If he smiles, it's the thrill-seeking, adrenaline one he gets at the prospect of slashing demons down.
But as your thumb stroked his cheek, you were the only one to see Sanemi Shinazugawa beam at you with tenderness and warmth.
author’s note: if u reached this far tysm!! reblogs n interactions always appreciated hehe yeah btw i got a headache so sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes lawl
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— ★ 1ST GEN BLACK DRAGONS AS STEP-DADS
content & warnings: fem!reader, reader has children, reader is short to shin, takeomi & benkei but around wakasa’s height, final timeline so all are in their forties, light-hearted so don’t take this too seriously lol
featuring: takeomi akashi, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi & keizo arashi
author’s note: they all occupy my brain like crazy so i had to write a lil sumn sumn (albeit short n halfbaked asf) 😛 also i know step fathers are through marriage so i guess dating then getting married is a long time? but whatever. divider credit to @/dejwrld also check out @/444takeomi ! they write so much content for 1st gen black dragons they’re doing the lord’s work frfr
takeomi akashi:
He is the worst step dad out of them all, I’m sorry it has to be said.
Wasn’t too thrilled when you told him you had four kids.
But at the same time, the prospect of a roof over his head with a woman that can cook a decent meal didn’t seem too bad.
Your kids hate him from the jump — it annoys them when they wanna play video games or watch television on weekend mornings and Takeomi is crashed on the couch, hungover.
Is always stealing the snacks meant for their lunchboxes.
You’ve had to slap the back of his head or throw something one too many times because he tries to get your youngest to get him beer from the fridge or asks your teenager to buy him cigarettes from the convenience store.
“I’m only 14.”
“Shit, I was buyin’ em at 14 too.”
Definition of that “go get my purse” meme cos he’ll snake his arms around your waist and kiss your neck so he can get some cash for a lottery ticket or to bet on a horse race cos he blows his own money like water.
wakasa imaushi:
Not really an affectionate person with kids.
Gets annoyed when they cry and rolls his eyes.
“You’re getting bullied?” He’ll scoff.
But he’s not THAT heartless, he shows love in his own way.
Teaches kids self defence at his gym with Benkei if they’re getting picked on.
You know that thing foreign parents do when they don’t apologize but bring a plate of sliced fruit? That’s Wakasa 😭
Does the same shit as Takeomi n tries to get them to buy cigarettes (birds of the same feather flock together LMFAOOOOO)
shinichiro sano:
Definition of lame and tries too hard.
And you feel had because you know to his core Shinichiro is a family man, he’s had to take care of his family since he was a teenager.
Tries to bring them to ball games and sometimes offers to pick them up from school but they’ll walk away and pretend they don’t know him.
Literally borrows books from the library about children and families when all else fails.
“What you watchin’ buddy?-”
“Shut up.”
Shinichiro is not a punk so he drops it but the last thing he wants is to make an enemy out of your kids.
Anyways, that all changes when one day, your son hears about “The legendary leader of the 1st Gen Black Dragons” at school.
And he’ll approach Shinichiro whose busy fixing up something in the garage, and asks him if it’s true.
Ends up hyping himself up when we all know Shin was getting his ass handed to him every time he got into a fight.
“You get my kid involved in that gang crap and I’m throwing your shit on the lawn.”
“Honey…no! I would never…I left that life behind a long time ago!” He says while he’s sweating bullets and rubbing the back of his head.
keizo arashi (benkei):
You met him at a grocery store, he saw you struggling to reach something on the top shelf and things just took off from there after you exchanged numbers.
When your daughter first met him, his appearance struck the fear of god in her and she was hiding behind you.
And that just shattered Benkei’s heart, he was sat on the edge of your bed, clutching his head as you soothingly rubbed his back.
He knew he was an intimidating figure due to his appearance, but to his core the man is a girl dad damn it!
Regardless, little by little he manages to win over your little girl and soon enough, his big ass is sat at the tea table with a pink feather boa and tiara pretending to eat the imaginary cupcakes with her.
Posted up at the Bring Your Dad To School day and your daughter couldn’t be more prouder.
Is the best stepdad idc 😭
author’s note: ty for reading!! this was just something small since it’s been a while since i’ve written something hehe also ngl i struggled with wakasa bro is a playa from the himalayas 😭😭😩
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series masterlist
content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, college au, smut (oral f. receiving, breastplay, piv, spit balling, reiner nasty here👨🏽🦯)
author’s note: this is very much inspired the amazing vee and her reijean fics and headcanons! please check them out i adore her so much, she is an amazing author 💓 mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune
word count: 4.2k
In the final few days of the semester, Jean had holed himself up in the art department's pottery studio.
He wanted to make a handcrafted gift for his mother back home, who had another recurrence of cancer and was currently living in a hospice.
Jean's mother wasn't weak-willed.
Looks can be deceiving. At first glance, the plump woman of short stature with rosy cheeks and mousy brown hair often scraped back into a ponytail appeared timid.
However, raising her son by herself didn't allow her to rely on others and she hated pity. Murmurs and tuts, sighs of sympathy sent her into a rage.
During breaks when Jean visited out of concern, she'd shoo him away.
"Ma please." Jean tutted as he watched her in the armchair. "I came all this way to see you, why can't I stay here?"
Rolling her eyes, she groaned as her eyes fixated on crocheting.
"God, I really must have one foot in the grave if you insist on imprinting yourself on me now." She scowled as she put down the crotchet hooks in her lap and met his eyes.
"Ma!" Jean sighed frustratedly, dragging his hand down his face. He took a deep breath as he screwed his eyes shut. "Don't say shit like that!"
He knew he was a spoiled child. An ungrateful kid who pushed his mother away at every turn. And he couldn't bear how it took her diagnosis for him to realise the error of his ways.
There was only so much 'you were just a kid' from her lips softly could do. It made him resent himself deeply. Plagued with constant shame and guilt about how he treated his mother.
The two had a candid conversation. It was raw and he remembered snivelling into her lap despite his six foot three frame as he gripped the hem of her dress.
She urged him not to visit and to enjoy his summer after graduation. He wasn't too sure despite her insistence.
"If I see you skulking around here, I'm not gonna even acknowledge your existence. Do you understand?" Her voice echoed in his head.
His memory dissipated away as you entered.
"Yo, Jean!" You called out as you pushed the heavy door of the pottery studio open.
"Hi pretty girl, you need me for something?" He smiled, his bright brown eyes lighting up at the sight of you.
You approached Jean and leaned over to inspect the clay on the pottery wheel as he turned his focus on moulding the wet clay in his hands.
Always flirting. But never a move was made. It irked you at first but you left it. Hell would freeze over before you pursued a man.
"Just wondering why you cooped yourself up in here all day." You responded as you folded your arms, leaning against the wall.
"Tryna make some present for my Ma." He snorted. "Since summer's coming up. Figured since all she ever wants is to receive a homemade gift. She hates store-bought crap. Maybe you can help me out."
"Oh...with what?"
"I'm trying to work the clay into the shape of a cat but I'm having trouble with the ears."
"Oh yeah, she was pretty fond of cats. What was the name of the tabby cat you guys had?" You asked as you reached out to adjust Jean’s fingers, moulding a part of the cat's ear that he was working on.
"Felix! Yeah, she was heartbroken when he passed away. I don't even have a reference photo, I'm working from memory mostly." He chuckled. "She spoiled that cat, lemme tell ya. Sure she loved him more than me."
Your first love. The unrequited love that had been chipping away at your heart for over a decade belonged to none other than Jean.
Your mind changed. You could never pinpoint the exact moment you fell for him.
Maybe it was in the summers when you sat side by side on the steaming kerb as orange ice pops dripped down the stone slabs.
Perhaps it was when your fingers frozen from the subzero conditions shook from how long you worked on the snowmen only for some older bullies in your neighbourhood to kick it down, leaving you in tears and Jean fighting (and losing).
It could've been when a popular guy in your grade asked you for homecoming and bailed last minute since it was at your expense to make everybody laugh, and Jean decided to ditch and bring you to the nearby lake where you star gazed all night.
Either way, Jean Kirstein had always been a constant in your life.
"What are your plans after graduation?" You chirped. "I was thinking we could go somewhere."
"What'd you have in mind..?" He smiled. "Cos I was just thinking of heading back home. Maybe get a part-time job n live with Ma since-"
He paused.
"You know she'd hate that." You chuckled.
"I know." He got up from the stool, heading over to wash his hands. "I'm gonna head over to the sports department."
Your face instantly soured. You knew all too well who would be there. Miss Black Belt Mikasa Ackerman.
"...Why?"
"What do you mean why...?" Jean replied.
"Jean, for god's sake. She doesn't even spare a glance at you."
"Don't you think I know that?" He said, voice shaky. "I'm well aware that Mikasa will never feel the same way about me."
Bile was scratching at your throat. God, you hate Jean Kirstein.
Hate him, hate him, hate him.
Every time he still went on about Mikasa all it did was shatter your heart. Why did you have to be stuck in the middle of this?
Why did you have to love a man who was in love with another? Mikasa had kindly let him down so many times.
That's what made it worse you suppose. The fact she paid him complete dust and he still was fawning over her.
You remember sobbing into your sister's lap, bawling like a baby when it hit you that Jean was in too deep with this infatuation.
"Don't you know it riles men up more if you flat-out reject them?" Your sister giggled as she gently smoothed the back of your head.
Love isn't transactional. You didn't expect Jean to throw himself at your feet when you did basic acts of human kindness such as accompanying him to help his mother in the hospice.
But there was always this twinge of hurt. Everything you do isn't good enough for him.
"Whatever."
"Why do you care anyway?"
You were about to turn on your heel and scream in his face but it was no use.
"You're right, I shouldn't."
Jean stared at you blankly for a few moments, his breath rising sharply.
"Do I need another reason? It's just love. I've had feelings for her since freshman year and that doesn't just go away like you switching off a light."
Jean looked down in disappointment and frustration. He felt ashamed that he was like a lovesick teen at almost twenty-two.
Clearing your throat, you figured you might as well drop the bomb.
"Well...Reiner invited me to spend the summer with him."
Jean's demeanor changed instantly and his smile dropped from his face. He paused the pottery wheel, with his lips pursed.
"Oh yeah? Is that so?"
"Mhm. He's old money rich...and I've never been to Europe before." You said nonchalantly as you shrugged.
Jean's jaw tightened. Completely irritated.
"So...are you gonna go?"
"I mean...why not? I don't have plans and I'm not really wanting to head back home."
His expression betrayed his jealousy, failing to compose himself to not seem overbearing or controlling. He was struggling to hide his resentment of Reiner.
During the fall semester, you, Reiner and Jean were in a group for an assignment that counted for a good chunk of your grade.
Jean wasn't exactly an academic genius and neither were you, but you both knew when to pick yourselves up by the bootstraps and get down to work. Organizing meet-ups to plan things out. And he bailed each and every time.
Reiner Braun as cliché as it was, was the big man on campus.
His family gave regular donations to the college meaning he could mess around and get off with barely a slap on the wrist.
Jean couldn't bear it. On the rare occasions, Reiner bothered to show up, he'd goof off and a pet name from him to you would make you forget how much he was screwing the two of you over.
Not to mention Reiner was one the few people who still bothered to call Jean "Horseface".
Eventually, Jean and you submitted the work without Reiner's contribution. Jean scolding you not to add Reiner's name.
"So...you'll be spending the entire summer with him?"
"N-no!" You stuttered. "He's just...sweet!"
Jean gave you a look of contempt. He knew full well Reiner was nicknamed 'Virgin Killer'.
"Sweet? What because he invited you to his mansion? Because he called you pretty?" Jean said, almost mockingly.
"Why do you even hate him? He was chill during that project." You said nonchalantly.
"You've got to be kidding me." Jean hissed. "He was 'chill'?! He didn't do any of the work!" Jean protested. "And then he had the nerve to sit there and gloat like he did jackshit!"
"Jean, just come. I want you with me."
"No thanks." Jean said sharply.
"Why not? It's not often you get to stay at a mansion."
"This is stupid." Jean grumbled. "How long do we gotta stay?"
"He said three months."
"Three months?! Nope. I can't. Even if you're there, he's still a dick."
"Jean, your Mom told you not to come back and you know that. So just come with me, hm?"
"She's in pain and she doesn't have much time left. I can't just stand by and refuse to visit her. My mom needs me..."
"You know if you go back, she'll give you silent treatment."
"Yeah, she will...she always does that when I upset her."
"So why don't we just spend two weeks then? Huh?"
"Two weeks doesn't sound nearly as bad. But can you promise me we won't spend the whole time with that jerkoff?"
"Can't promise you that."
Jean let out a sigh as he seemed to relent as his anger and jealousy both subsided for the moment.
"But we're not hanging out with him all the time. We're doing our own thing and he doesn't need to be involved with us at all."
"It's his house!" You said with a disbelieving laugh.
"Just because his name is on the deed of the place doesn't mean he needs to be glued to our hip the whole time. We're gonna be there for two weeks. I don't see why we can't just hang out on our own."
"That's not very nice of you." You said curtly, hands on your hips.
"Well, it wasn't 'nice of him' when he didn't contribute anything to our project." He ran his fingers through his hair after he washed his hands in the metal basin with an air of defeat to his voice. "Do you really like this guy...?" He asked, an edge to his voice.
You didn't reply but the shy look on your face told him all he needed to know.
"Just....don't fall for his bullshit. He's gonna hurt you. I’ll think about it."
"Like you haven't already hurt me enough." You muttered internally.
Little did Jean know, you had already popped your cherry. To Reiner.
After the group project, you and Reiner began to sleep with each other frequently.
You felt awful after Jean and you had submitted your work without Reiner. You wanted to add his name but Jean was adamant about it.
You were worried there would be bad blood between you and Reiner after it, but a few days after he jogged up to you as he called your name when you were leaving a lecture.
He asked you to be his study buddy but with the way he looked at you, it was clear as day he had an ulterior motive to it all.
"Really? I'm not that good of a student." You snickered.
"I don't need Einstein. Just...help me out a bit, yeah?" Reiner pleaded.
It was hard to say no to Reiner Braun. Everything about the man oozed sex appeal. The way he towered over you, the stubble and strong jawline.
You loved his fluffy blond hair the most.
"If you say so." You shrugged.
"Reiner, if you keep going on your phone there's no use of you staying here." You said as you faced him, in an agitated tone, when he finally came over to your dorm to start said study sessions.
And there was a slight twinge of jealousy when you caught a glimpse of Reiner's phone and he was sexting somebody.
He gave you a sheepish grin.
"Ah, sorry pretty baby." He switched off his phone and tossed it across the fleece duvet cover on your bed. "Look, you got my full attention now. See?"
You sighed as you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. The pet name made your cheeks heat up. You cleared your throat.
"I told you we should've gone library. People can't concentrate in their bedrooms. Let alone bed."
"Oh, c'mon." Reiner smiled as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Why would I wanna be there when I can have you all to myself here?"
The million-dollar smile you saw too often when his team won a big game on campus, and they all threw him up in the air, his handsome face on the flat screen.
You backed up, the books and notes falling off the bed as Reiner nudged his forehead against yours as your back hit the headboard.
"I'm sure we could get up to more interesting things than this crap." He murmured. Not kissing you just yet. Breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"...Reiner." You stuttered. "We shouldn't-"
"What? Do you have a man, honey? He doesn't need to know."
"No...I'm single. It's just.."
"What? Don't tell me it's Horseface." Reiner snorted. "Everybody on campus knows about that tragic Eren, Mikasa and Jean triangle."
You winced at him saying it aloud.
"I just..." You pulled a face. "I'm a virgin, Reiner. I haven't even had my first kiss."
"You've got to be kidding me." Reiner said, eyes widening.
You felt humiliation wash over you.
"I know, it makes me-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there." Reiner said firmly as he pulled away from invading your personal space. "You're telling me a girl as beautiful as you hasn't lost her v-card? Let alone her first kiss? I refuse to believe that."
"Reiner, I have no reason to lie." You said with an uneasy laugh.
"That smile..." He said in awe as he cupped your jaw. "A girl like you should never go without kisses, honey. It's a damn shame."
Thinking back, it was a bit funny.
On paper it'd be easy to brush off Reiner's praise, you had seen him exchanging dirty messages with somebody whilst he was sat beside you.
But the way those light brown eyes full of warmth gazed at you, and the way his voice softened as he said that, it had to be authentic.
Or maybe you were naive.
Either way, that was the story of what led up to Reiner killing two birds with one stone by being your first kiss and taking your virginity.
Jean Kirstein loved jumping to conclusions. He thought Reiner Braun was a big bad wolf preying on you and you wanted to laugh his face about it.
There was a multitude of reasons why you kept Reiner as a fuck buddy.
You were sleeping with Reiner to spite Jean. Spite him for making you feel so inferior to Mikasa all these years. And you went along with being nothing but a hookup to Reiner.
The aspect was thrilling. The killing blow of Jean discovering this was going to be sweet. It was malicious of you but he had hurt you, albeit unintentionally.
Reiner liked you for many reasons.
He loved the fact that if he came on a specific day, you were strict about which candle you'd use.
If he came over on a Friday evening, the room would have the aroma of lime, basil and mandarin wafting around. If it was a Saturday, it'd be cedarwood and vanilla.
Your room was always so comforting to him, his large frame amongst the plush pillows and comforters as he basked in the orange fairy lights as very soft RnB was in the background.
There'd been a few times when you'd put him on some songs or even shared your playlist.
He enjoyed the fact he had a front seat to the transition of you always dressing up in something lacy and sexy that bared your nipples when he came over to settling for regular baggy shirts.
Reiner was lounging on your bed, shirtless with his arms propped underneath his head. You approached him, settling on the edge of the mattress.
Sitting on one knee and your leg on the ground. Leaning in to peck his lips gently. You were sure friends with benefits didn't do that but sharing affection with him was natural at this point.
His hand slipped under your shirt, the pad of his thumb gently massaging circles on your hip with a smile.
"You good?"
"Yeah." You settled on as you gazed at him.
"You excited for the trip?"
"I wanna invite Jean if that's okay."
Reiner tilted his head, furrowing his brows in bewilderment.
"...Why?" He responded with an awkward laugh.
"Look, Jean can be intolerable at times-"
"Understatement."
"But underneath all of that, there's a very sweet guy. Loyal. Responsible, caring. He's going through a lot at the moment, shit he's barely processed himself."
"Sounds like you have a crush on him." Reiner remarked.
"Reiner...!"
"I'm teasing! But I know he means a lot to you. I'm always down to invite people if he's not gonna be a dick." Reiner settled on as he cracked his knuckles.
"Why do you two even hate each other?"
"Look, it's not that I don't like the guy. He's just really competitive and always trying to one-up me. Plus, we both have a thing for you and it gets awkward when we're all in one room."
"He does not have a thing for me. You know he's hung up on her."
"Yeah, yeah. All I know is during the group work if I so much as looked at you, he was jumping down my throat." Reiner said as he shook his head.
"You're sweet, Rei." You giggled as you straddled his lap.
"Honey, don't start with that "Rei" crap. You only do that when you want something." He chuckled as he turned away when you kissed along his jaw.
"Why can't I just show you how much I appreciate you?" You jutted your lower lip out as you batted your eyelashes.
His large and calloused hand settled on the nape of your neck as he pulled you close to meet your lips.
You melted into him as your lips moved in a steady rhythm, and you gasped when you felt the warm, wet muscle of his tongue slip past the seam of your lips.
Skin alight and nipples achingly hard. Reiner knew all the ways to get you turned on and begged for him fast with just a swipe of his tongue.
"You still not used to that, baby?" He chuckled darkly as he flicked his tongue against yours.
"It is a bit of a surprise." You murmured, unable to stop smiling.
"God, you're adorable." Reiner grinned.
Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach. Getting off the mattress and pulling down his pants, you felt the wind knocked out of your chest as Reiner practically manhandled you to position you on all fours on the bed.
Never in your life had you felt this exposed when he yanked down your shorts and panties, tossing them onto the floor.
Smacking your plump ass and grinning impishly to himself at the recoil, he spread your cheeks wide, mouth salivating at your wet pussy and puckered asshole on display.
He chuckled playfully as he teased your heat with his tongue, absolutely relishing in the sweet sounds of your moans and gasps.
Continuing to worship your body with his mouth, alternating between licking and nibbling at your sensitive spots, sliding a finger inside.
"That's right, pretty baby. Let it all out for me." His hand kneading and palming at your breast, roughly as he intensified his oral assault.
"There you go..." He clambered on the mattress behind you, his cock throbbing with need as he whispered in your ear as he licked the shell of it.
He flipped you onto your back with a smug smile, ego-inflated. He grabbed his girthy shaft and began to rub his tip teasingly against your glistening folds.
You stammered his name.
His head was full with the way you gasped and writhed beneath him, your eyes pleading with him to fill you up.
"You want it?" He asked, his voice low. "Want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?"
"Want you s'bad, Rei." You mewled.
"Take all of me. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock."
You winced at how harshly Reiner's fingers gripped onto your hips as he slammed into you almost ruthlessly.
Your fists bunched up the sheets as you felt his cock glide against your gummy walls, every vein and the way he slide into you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
He kissed you deeply as you came, pulling out at the last moment so that he could coat your stomach with the sticky warm threads.
He leaned over you and, scooped up the hot cum from your stomach with his tongue, licking it up slowly and sensually.
When he gathered enough of it, he hovered over your lips and spat the cum into your mouth, watching as you swallowed it down.
"You're such a dirty girl," He said with a grin. "Wonder how our little Jean boy would react if he knew his best friend was a total slut, mhm?"
"Don't wanna talk about him right now." You muttered eyes half lidded from how spent you were as your felt your lips swollen and savored the taste of Reiner's cum.
"That's it. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?" He smiled as he gripped your chin, his thumb pressing underneath your tongue. It was slightly discomforting but thrilling all the same.
"Wanna keep you all to myself." He murmured as he released his grip and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek.
You hated it when he said things like this. It was only the heat of the moment. He has a whole roster of women waiting for him for the rest of the week.
Instead of speaking, you simply slid your hand into his and squeezed it.
"Can't wait to fuck you in every room." He chuckled darkly as he pulled you up against him, kissing your neck.
Your eyebrows furrowed when Reiner left the next morning. He was an early bird and preferred to be out before the dean caused a ruckus.
Why was Jean's mother calling you?
"Hi darling." She cooed. "I hope I didn't wake you too early. I know Jeanie is probably fast asleep."
"Nah, it's fine. I was up anyways. How are you?" You responded as you fished for the discarded clothes across your bedroom's carpet.
"Nothing to complain." She snickered. "Jean's been pestering me about coming here."
"I told him to drop it."
"I know that boy is stubborn. He dropped something about you inviting him to stay at some college friend's mansion?"
"He did? He seemed like he didn't wanna go at all."
"Oh, he doesn't. It was just because I asked about you." She said plainly.
"You and Jean would make a lovely couple."
This was a sentence that popped up every single time you came to Jean's mother's home or even called. She even said it in the presence of the both of you, resulting in Jean to stutter and grow crimson red.
"I just worry about him. It makes me sound selfish, but I wanted to have grandchildren before I go." She sighed. "But time is a luxury for me."
"I get it. But...Jean is Jean. He has eyes for another."
Jean being a father at twenty two would've been hilarious.
"That's a pity. Well, just do me a favor and try to persuade him to go to your little friend's house."
"I'll-"
“Now who was it?” You groaned internally, yanking the door open.
You gave Jean a one over as he loomed over you.
"You can tell him yourself." You said wryly as you shoved your phone into Jean's hand.
"Ma, stop calling Y/N every time you can't reach me!" He groaned as he followed in after you.
After him squabbling with his mom, he hung up and turned to face you with a scowl.
"Why was Reiner leaving here?" He asked.
You shrugged.
"He's probably seeing somebody in these dorms." You lied through your teeth. "What brings you here?"
"I'll come with you."
"How long?"
"Two weeks."
"Alright. Deal." You smiled as you pinched his cheek. "Don't do your energy vampire crap."
"Shut up." He snapped.
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content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, florist!reader, deliveryman!eren, mentions of ex bf reiner, eren is kinda ooc real cocky and annoying, smut (oral f. receiving, unprotected missionary) porn no plot mdni
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Thursdays had to be the slowest day of the week for the store. Quite frankly, even if you were being paid to man the tills, it was boring you out of your mind.
After graduation, you figured you’d return home for the summer then start looking for proper jobs in the fall as well as move out with your savings.
But for now, you’d settle on moving back in with your grandmother who lived in the apartment on top of the florists, that had been passed down from generation to generation.
You were slightly on the fence. You’d grown up with flowers your whole life but you didn’t want to take the store from her hands.
There was more to life than being in this sleepy old town, just watching philandering men buy crappy bouquets as if that was a balm to the ugly rash of infidelity.
You were drawn out of your train of thoughts as you swilled the caramel candy around your mouth, as the bell from the front door chimed.
But your nose wrinkled in disgust when you caught sight of who it was.
“Got a delivery for you.” The voice called out as he dumped the heavy boxes beside the door. “I’ll be on my way now.”
“Come back, you jackass!” You barked. “What the hell makes you think I can lift that shit to the storage room?”
“Beats me. It’s your problem now, I did my job.” He shrugged as he made his way out with a dismissive wave.
You slammed the magazine shut and trudged over to pick up the heavy boxes.
It was funny because the kids you grow up within the same neighborhood tend to be your best friends. Or even a crush.
That was the complete opposite with Eren Yeager.
His mother Carla worked as a florist in her twenties with your grandmother as her boss.
So much so that Carla went back to college to get a degree in business and started her service that provided transportation and delivery for florists all across the state.
Anyways, from the day you met Eren Yeager in kindergarten when he poured water on the clips on your hair causing them to rust, you hated him.
And he seemed to get off on pissing you off throughout your lives. Luckily, you caught a break when you moved out of state for college. But now it was impossible to avoid him since your jobs were intertwined.
“One last thing.” He piped up.
“What?” You grumbled.
“I heard you ended things with country boy.”
You squinted.
“Reiner?” Then a smile began to tug at the corners of your lips. “What Yeager, you been askin’ about me?”
Eren’s eyes immediately widened as a tint of pink dusted his cheeks.
“N-no! I just heard from Hisu! That’s all!”
Historia wouldn’t go and blab about your breakup unprovoked. Eren must’ve been sniffing around and she always had a soft spot for him, telling him anything he wanted to know.
“Well, yeah.”
Breakups hurt and you were close to throwing your dignity out the window to beg Reiner to stay. But he said you were just so distant and difficult ever since you came back from college.
That whatever he did wasn’t enough for you.
You felt terrible. You often thought Reiner would be the man you’d grow old with. You screwed up.
But what was done was done. And he meant no hard feelings. The two of you were in two stages of life.
“Shame. He musta lost his mind to let a girl like you go.”
“Give me a minute…” You said as you rose from the seat to turn the open sign to closed, lowering the blinds as Eren leaned against the wall.
At this point, he wasn’t delivering shit from work. Just dropping off dick. But to be frank you didn’t care. He showed interest and you needed a distraction.
You hopped onto the granite counter as Eren sunk to his knees almost immediately, his emerald eyes glinting as he looked up at you through his lashes in such reverence and awe.
You drew a sharp intake of breath as you felt his soft and plump lips press trace the sensitive skin.
Biting the inside of your cheek as you watched him. His gentleness and hushed voice were making goosebumps rise across your skin.
He continued to nuzzle and kiss your inner thigh, veering closer and closer to your core.
He couldn’t help but smile internally at the fact he was this close. And he knew he was going to make sure you would never forget his touch. Ensure that this was going to linger in your mind for the next few days.
His large hands climbed up to caress your hips as he leaned forward again.
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?” He said with a smug tone.
“Just didn’t feel like it.” You shrugged, but the way he murmured it, barely an octave caused a deep heat to pool in your gut.
It was usually a reflex of yours to cross your legs when a throbbing feeling overcame you however Eren seemed to keep your legs pried open.
“You like goin’ commando?" He teased, making you jolt and hiss when his teeth grazed the skin.
“Sometimes…” You chuckled.
His lips twitch into a small smile at your response, feeling a sense of amusement and excitement.
"I can see why," He muttered, trailing his fingers up your thighs. "It's much easier to play with you this way."
A stifled moan fell from your lips, knuckles paling from how harshly you were gripping the counter as you felt Eren’s fingers delve into your wet heat, gathering the slick juices from your glistening folds.
"I've been craving the taste of you since you came back.” He said with a sly smile on his face as he withdrew them to suck obnoxiously.
You knew Eren was annoying but you had no idea he was a tease like this. The mere sight and sound of him sucking his fingers loudly was making your heart race.
Without warning, the man downright delved between your legs, underneath your skirt.
Involuntarily causing you to grind your heat onto his tongue when he gave a long, languid stripe on your core. Your fingers having a death grip on his brown tresses.
You shivered, your nerves set alight as you felt his tongue twirl around and suck the folds.
Almost with abandon, he wrapped his lips around your hardened clit, alternating to run the back of his tongue across your flesh.
“Eren…!” You gasped out, eyes squinting shut as your thighs quivered.
Eren felt a wave of satisfaction when he heard your breathy moans and felt you shake and shudder when the tip of his tongue drug across your soaked slit.
He moved his hands to your hips, gripping them in place in an attempt to stop you from moving.
"Does that feel good, baby?" He spoke, voice muffled and causing vibrations against your core which nearly made you fall out.
“S’good…!” You whined, practically yanking the roots of his locks which only spurred him on.
He didn’t need to ask if you were close, what with the way your thighs suffocated him and the way you writhed.
“That’s it…” He said darkly as your juices gushed into his mouth. He pulled away, not wanting to push you over the edge.
Though you were satisfied, there was still a primal urge within you craving more. Maybe it was the culmination of the tension you all had.
Eren let out a gasp when you shoved him with force onto the tiled floors.
“Easy there…!” He chuckled but he couldn’t lie that your eagerness made his already hard cock throb.
He slapped your bare ass cheek under the wrinkled skirt as he grinned.
“You know just how to get me goin’, don’t you?-“
The wisecrack died on the tip of his tongue the moment you fisted his shaft, freeing it from his jeans and designer boxers.
He arched his back as he let out a hiss at the grip around his cock, feeling a surge of pleasure and desire shoot through him as you rubbed his tip against your folds, gasping.
Without another word, he wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you over, positioning himself between your legs. He ground his hips against yours, sliding his cock up and down your slick folds before finally plunging into you, feeling the tight heat of your sex enveloping him.
“So fuckin’ tight and wet for me.” He said with a strained voice, the sound of bare skin slapping bouncing across the walls of the dim store.
Eren grunted in satisfaction as you whimpered and whined, feeling his pleasure build as he thrust into your velvet walls with increasing intensity.
He set a rough and relentless pace, driving into you again and again, his hips snapping against yours.
"Moan for me, angel," He breathed out, gripping your hips tightly as he continued to relentlessly pound into you. "Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."
Your eyes wrenched open slightly and you looked up at Eren, his hair was slightly mussed, probably from burying himself between your legs earlier, and sweat was trickling down his temple as his chest heaved.
His nose and cheeks were slightly flushed red, he was nearing his peak.
But you’d never seen Eren like this before. It almost felt like this was a forbidden sight to you. His eyes glazed over as his eyes raked over your bunched-up shirt, exposing your breasts.
You reached out a hand to cup his face, and you traced the pad of your thumb along his lower lip. The simple action had Eren’s cock throbbing as he let out a whine.
“Shit, you’re sucking me in like crazy…” He said with a strained laugh, his hand gripping your wrist. “Want me to go harder? Like it when I fuck you like this?”
You nodded vigorously, gasping as your head felt hazy with arousal.
His thumb brushed down to circle your clit lazily which teetered you off the edge.
Eren let out a guttural growl from deep within his chest, as you cried out his name, feeling your walls clamping and fluttering wildly around his length.
His fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, his pace becoming more frenzied as he drove into you with increasing intensity. He felt his release building.
"Let go for me baby," He said lowly, as he pinched your nipple as continued to pound into you. "Cum for me now."
With one final thrust, he felt your walls spasm around him as you reached your high. Moments later, he exploded within you, spilling into you and painting your walls white.
He choked out as he buried his face into the crook of your neck and you simply draped an arm over his shoulder.
After a moment, he lifted his head to meet your eyes with a cheeky grin.
“I wanna do it in the bed next.” He chuckled.
“Earn it, Yeager.” You scoffed, giving him a gentle slap on his back as you leaned in to brush your lips against his, him leaning into it.
authors note: 👨🏽🦯 i’m a sellout but we move, reblog if u enjoyed 😭
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