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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Just a Quick Headcanon

Zoro as a New Parent

Based of Roronoa Koro a OOC of mine

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• When Zoro learns about his son, He is both nervous and pleased to start as a father.

• He had experience with children had been a bit limited in truth but he had babysitted children around this young before so he figured the knowledge would be useful.

• A newborn baby was very different from a fully up and mobile one Zoro realized- but was fortunate to be able to experience this.

• It really wasnt-

• "You support the back of his head gently" You instruct as you watch Zoro awkwardly hold his 4 day old son with both hands. Clearly worried about hurting him or doing something wrong

"He's so small-" He whispered softly as if unsure if his voice could wake the child. It was too adorable.

He watched as Koro yawned softly and rubbed his little face with his little hands and snuggled hack for warmth- you practically saw Zoro's heart melt

• Koro is kuckily a very easy baby, maybe it was him being a newborn or just being Zoro's son but he wasn't a difficult boy.

• He rarely cried or fussed, would eat very well and slept often- Very Often.

• Koro and Zoro have a lot of similarities- but the one most prominent was that sleeping one-

• After a few days Zoro would introduce Koro to his crew with your blessing. You agree to two at a time of course and allowed it-

• Since Koro at this point had his eyes open he was looking around everywhere- Clearly wanting to see what was going on at all times.

• Zoro had Luffy and Chopper meet First. Luffy surprised and shocked to see that his First Mate had a son. You finding it really sweet to see the wonderment in the infamous Captian and a talking reindeer.

• "Woah! He looks just like you" Luffy says almost in shock as he holds Koro- The newborn staring confused at the smiling man

•Chopper also holding Koro and giggling excitedly as well as starting to tear up. "H-He's so cute!" Chopper said now fully crying while holding Koro who's bottom lip was starting to quiver as well.

• After this it went Nami and Usopp- Nami of course voicing how weird it was Zoro had a kid while Usopp promoted himself to the baby his status and making up stories to entertain. Koro however seemed to not be amused by any of them.

• Koro was starting to get irritated by being held when Robin and Franky came in. He did not like the cold hands of the robot and just stared at Zoro when Robin held him- Zoro already able to read his sons face which clearly said 'Make them leave me the hell alone-'

• And last was Sanji- Zoro was of course snide and rude to Sanji who happily returned the favor before letting the man hold his son. Much to your surprise however Koro seemed to just be staring hard at Sanji

• "Why is he looking at me that way?" Sanji questioned as Zoro scoffed-

"Cause he's a baby wai-" He sported as he heard a noise- you all did and everyone stared at Koro who was making a series of different cooing noises and squirming around as he stared at Sanji. He didn't seemed distressed at all only curious as he continued his gurgles and coos.

• "...I hate you-" Zoro said as he looked right at a very cocky Sanji, clearly Koro liking Sanji quite a bit.

• After this Zoro stayed in your village for a few weeks, letting his crew go ahead and come back for him later.

• With this Zoro takes time to help you raise your guys son. Allowing time for you to sleep inbetween feedings- helping with diapers and also helping you post partum.

• Truthfully he had been a God-Sent.. Calling doctors for you and talking you through your depressions and anxiety-

• The moment that damn near made you want to kiss him in joy was when he found out you had a clogged milk duct and he came in with a warm container of water with some Epsom salt.

• "You're a life saver-" You say when you see the container- Even though this should hurt your pride your tit hurt way worse-

• Zoro would stay by Koros side fir hours, Holding him and playing with the newborn. However does freak the fuck out when the embelical cord fell off.

• "It just falls off!?" He yells when he sees you set it to the side.

• Zoro adores his son and treats him as the most precious being on earth-

• It couldn't make you happier

Bonus!-

• Zoro will send a letter and a photo of his son to Mihawk. Truthfully he found what he did impulsive and didn't know why he did such a thing-

• When Mihawk gets the letter of the arrival of the new Roronoa he feels both surprised and a sense of pride. Keeping both and even showing Perona who squeals and jumps at seeing the cute baby.

• In less then a week a large crate filled with very expensive baby items arrives along with some stuffed toys that creep the hell out of you.

• The legendary Mihawk will even arrive himself to meet Koro- Zoro surprised that his teacher came and you terrified that a former Warlord was holding your son-

• Mihawk stares at Koro, holding the baby like an expert and silently staring. Koro doing the exact same and even scrunching his eyebrows as if mildly irritated that Mihawk was looking at him that way.

• The Warlord cracks a smile at this and nods in approval. Koro reaching for the Cross necklace to try and chew on which Mihawk easily slips away from the baby. "When you are older-" He stated calmly.

• "You have a strong son, I can see he will grow into someone great" Mihawk says calmly.

• "Sensei... I wanted to name you Godfather of my Son" Zoro said calmly, Mihawk looking surprised by this but nods non the less.

• "I will accept" He stated calmly and smiled softly at the boy. Clearly pleased to have a god-grandson to spoil.

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bianquitasunderworld · 7 months

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I’m obsessedddd with the idea of sub!frank. Like that man was a soldier and he follows karen like a lost puppy. Maybe not all the time, but yk that man likes to be told what to do

Submissive Solider

Warnings: smut, talks of sex.

Parings: Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: This is more of a thought/blurb? Omg I’m sorry I got carried away, this man just does things to me. Also does anyone know how you get one of these thin border/divider things, i’ve been looking for one in pink and I just can’t find one. ⬇️ 😭

This man absolutely follows his partner around like a lost puppy everywhere, everywhere.

Don’t get me wrong, Frank loves being dominant, loves taking control of you, mind and body, but there are days where he just needs to take a break, days where he doesn’t want to think for himself.

On those days he starts arguments, and has an attitude until you decide you’ve had it with his behavior, with him. Some days Frank puts up a fight, he’ll be bratty, he’s giving you lip until you fight him into submission which is difficult. But on those days where he just gives in. No arguments, no talking back. Those are the days where you know he’s having a really rough time.

Frank is willingly to do anything on those days, he’ll listen and do as told, he’ll beg. He’ll get on his knees while looking up at you, kissing your thighs, pleading for even just a look at your chest or under your skirt.

He’s so shameless when he’s in a submissive headspace, he loves doing anything in his power to please you. Frank adores your whimpers, moans and whines, any noises that escape your lips from his doing is music to his ears.

Now I don’t think he’s the type to call you mommy in bed…but there has definitely been times where the word is on the tip of his tongue. There has been times where you just make him feel soo good and he just wants to groan ‘Mommy.’

I feel like he’s definitely more of the ma’am type, I don know if he’d be the type to say any other titles than Mommy and Ma’am.

One night though, one night when Frank is so tired, so, so tired and just needs a break, he’ll come home and find you cooking in the kitchen or reading some book he recommend and he just gives you ‘that’ look with his stupidly beautiful eyes.

You don’t have to ask any questions before you’re taking off your shirt and laying in bed, letting him suck your tits. He just lays there with you caressing his head, running your nails against his scalp comforting him to the best of your ability. Kissing his head while he runs his hand down your hips. He groans as soon as he wraps his mouth around your tit, sucking and groaning.

He treats this moment as if it’s something he never wants to forget, as if he never wants to leave it. Now, it happens when you have to pull him off for a second. He just so needy for you, he needs you. Frank groans ‘Mommy’ his voice is deep, it’s clear he’s desperate. He looks up at you. His eyes starring into your soul begging for more.

God the things it does to you just hearing it leave his mouth, God you didn’t even realize you liked that until it left his mouth, Franks mouth. You just have to give in, you have to. He’s your solider, ‘The Punisher.’ For the first time he’s begging you for something and you just have to give in, just have to let him have it.

This will usually always leads to passionate sex with soft caresses followed by ‘I love you’s’ and ‘So good Frankie.’

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thot-of-khonshu · 9 months

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it's always the quiet ones (frankie morales x reader)

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Summary: you thought Frankie Morales was shy when you first met him. when he decided to take you on a date, you were pleasantly surprised. when he ate you out against an alley wall, you were even more surprised.

Rating: M, 18+

Word count: 2.5K

Content: explicit smut, public sex, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving), frankie being soft but surprisingly dirty

When Santiago first told you that Frankie was interested in you knew that there was no doubt that he was fucking with you. Frankie Morales? The man whose said maybe 20 words total to you when you’ve spent time with him?

After work you liked to tag along with your fun coworker Santi to grab drinks and blow off some steam. More times than not, his military buddies would tag along with you - grinning, boisterous and ready to have fun. They would talk about their gory stores in the Army or listen to your gory stories of modern dating. And then...there was Frankie.

Your eyes immediately went to him when you first spotted him in the room. His large, strong frame was visible under a light grey t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and chest perfectly. His face was strong with a sharp defined nose and deep brown eyes that seemed to pierce your soul. Dark curls hung out from underneath a tattered baseball cap.

Frankie was quiet. He was always taking in everything around him without saying a word. He had an ability to see things that others couldn't even imagine.

After you'd met him for the first time, you tried to approach him. You introduced yourself with what you thought was a sweet smile, and all he did was give you a long look and nod at you. You excused yourself and ﬂed to the bathroom to collect your embarrassment.

To say he was difficult to get to know would be an understatement. He was nothing like Benny, who was chatty, silly and easy-going. He was nothing like Will who even though stoic and reserved, would talk to you about his fiance at any chance he got.

But Frankie?

When you asked him about his week, he always offered the same non-descriptive response, "fine," and took a sip of beer in an attempt to end the conversation.

Pool or darts were both suggested, yet both were rebuked with a simple reply of "I'm no good at it." Shots were never attempted; only beers. It seemed the two of you just didn't click. And then Santi declared one night after drinks that Frankie Morales had a crush on you.

"Why couldn't he just tell me himself?" You asked.

Santi shrugged. "You've got to work harder to get someone like that to open up. But I promise, he likes you. Give him a chance. Even if it's just for a free dinner."

What the hell at this point, right? Santiago gave you Frankie's phone number and the texts started out cordial. It was more conversation than the two of you had ever had, coordinating on when and where to meet.

As you got ready for your dinner with Frankie, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. You wanted to make a good impression, but you didn't know what to expect from someone who you hadn't talked to very much. Santiago wasn't a great help either, merely telling you to be yourself and see where the night takes you.

You had dressed up in a simple black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, paired with some strappy heels. You made sure that every strand of your hair was in place before heading to the restaurant.

When you arrived, Frankie was already there, sitting at a small table in the corner. He looked up as you approached, and for a moment, you almost didn't recognize him. This wasn't the same guy who would grunt and grumble at you at the bar. His curls were brushed out and he had left behind his trusted hat. He was wearing a nice button down shirt, a few buttons undone to expose his tan chest. He looked good. When he smiled at you, his dimples exposed, you realized this was the first time he'd really ever smiled at you.

You felt a flicker when you approached him. An all too familiar feeling with an unfamiliar person. You could feel a new energy emanating from him, a sense of confidence that you hadn't seen before.

"Hi," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You look nice tonight."

You returned the compliment as he pulled your chair to sit. Your hands briefly touched and you felt the hairs on the back of your arm stand up.

"So what brings you here tonight?" he asked, cooly sitting down and taking a sip of his drink. Was Frankie actually trying to banter with you?

You shrugged, trying to play it cool and ignore the growing feeling. "Just wanted to get out of the house, you know?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm glad you did. I was hoping I'd see you tonight."

You couldn't believe the thought that had crossed your mind about possibly calling off the date.

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Had you predicted how your date with Frankie would go at the start of the day, you'd never have imagined it going so well. Yet here the two of you were, bantering like old friends sharing a bottle of wine. The conversation flowed. There was so much you didn't know about this man. He was a pilot. He has a daughter. He was sharp with wit. He had a gentle demeanor that felt like a breath of fresh air. You've finally gotten to the other side of the coin of this man.

Once the bill came and the server came to get Frankie's card for the check, there was a brief silence after shared smiles and laughter. It started to hit you that dinner was over and you weren't ready for the night to end. But is this something he wanted to? Maybe he wanted to take you out to see if there was something and he was being cordial?

As if he was reading your thoughts, Frankie spoke up. "Do you wanna go for a walk? There's a gelato place near by, I think you'd really like it."

You smiled from ear to ear at the suggestion. "I'd love that."

Frankie paid the bill and you both left the restaurant, walking side by side down the street. The two of you strolled through the empty streets, sharing a double scoop of gelato on a stick. How was it possible that you couldn't read him less than 12 hours ago but now you were talking as if you'd known him for a lifetime?

"I have to be honest...I was really surprised when Santiago said you wanted to go out with me." You said, stopping by a lamp post.

Frankie looked over at you, his eyes softening. "Really? Why's that?"

You shrugged, feeling a little bit embarrassed. "I don't know. I just didn't think you were interested in me."

Frankie squeezed your hand gently, you felt the callouses on his hands and they soothed you. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to come off as rude or uninterested. Truth is, I was intimidated by you."

"Me? Intimidating?" you laughed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

Frankie nodded, his eyes serious. "Yeah. You're beautiful, smart, and confident. I didn't know how to handle that at first. I was just so terrified that if I said something awkward, there was no turning back."

He paused, roaming his hand through his hair, his curls coming back to life from the humid air. He licked his lips. "I've liked you for awhile. I'm just...not good at this."

"By the way tonight is going you could've fooled me." You smirked.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked.

You leaned in and pressed your mouth against his. His lips were plush and they had a hint of sweetness from the gelato. You pulled away, and he gazed down at you, his mouth turned upwards in a smirk.

"Does that answer your question?" You teased.

"Not even a bit," He chuckled, as he came crashing onto your lips again. You stumbled back, trying to stay in the kiss for as long as possible, and felt the chill of the lightpost behind you. Frankie cupped the nape of your neck, initially to make sure you were alright, but when your lips parted to deepen into it, he didn't resist. His hands ran down your back as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

You let out a soft moan that made him pull you closer, making your kiss wilder. All you wanted in that moment was to press up against him, feel the heat from his body against your own. You couldn't help but run your hands down the front of his shirt, feeling the welcoming softness of his body. His hands slid down to the curves of your ass and you felt the heat emanating from you.

The piercing wolf whistle coming from someone on the street made the two of you break apart. You pulled away, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" You asked.

Frankie ran his fingers through your hair, looking at you with eyes that were dazed. "Yeah."

The two of you walked quickly, hand in hand, until he led you to a back alley that was shielded from public view.

The side street is dark and the cold air makes it feel like you are underwater. Frankie's touch is warm and makes you feel as if you are floating out of water instead.

Frankie kisses you deep and slow, allowing you to taste his lips as he draws you deeper into the kiss.

You pull him in closer, pressing your hips against his, feeling the unmistakable bulge between his thighs.

You moan softly when he lifts you up, bracing your back against the wall and running his hands along your curves.

"Baby..." He groans against your ear.

You rub yourself against him, feeling the heat growing from the center of your stomach.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers.

"Please."You whimper softly as he runs his hand up your inner thigh, feeling higher and higher up your dress. Reveling in the softness of your skin. He brushes the fabric against your clit and just his touch makes your knees go weak.

He moves his fingers in circles around the outside of your entrance. You arch your back, pressing your hips against his hand, silently begging for him to slip his fingers inside. He moves closer to you, pushing your dress up higher, and finally he slides your underwear to the side and you feel his thick finger slide inside of you.

"Frankie..." You cry out.

"Fuck," he mutters, pulling his hand away from you and sliding his fingers in his mouth. "You're so fucking wet."

You pull him in for another kiss, messy and wanting, feeling his fingers move in slow, sensual motions into your entrance. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to keep quiet while his hand explores the soft wet folds of your pussy.

He inserts another finger, pushing them deeper inside you and you gasp. He's already making you feel so full with just his fingers, savoring every single movement he makes.

"Does that feel good?" He whispers into your ear.

"It feels so fucking good." You moan softly, rolling your hips against his hand.

"I can't wait until I'm deep inside of you. Until I can fill you up so good..." he growls.

You moan, your knees weakening as you feel him slide in deeper. His pace quickens as he adds a thumb to your clit. Your head hits the back of the wall and Frankie cradles the back of your head, tilting it slightly so he can kiss your neck.

You roll your hips faster against his hand, feeling your core begin to build. You grip tightly on his shoulders, biting down on your lower lip to keep quiet but the sounds of your wetness are starting to fill the area.

Frankie himself is getting swept up in kissing your neck and your chest, peppering kisses and what you can only assume are filthy words in Spanish as he moves lower and lower to lower the strap on your dress.

He lifts you up higher, making it easier for you to move on his fingers as he sucks the bud of your nipple. Your hands go to the nape of his neck as you try to steady yourself, trying to stifle your moans as best you can. You grind your hips harder against him, feeling the growing pleasure pool at your core.

You hear the wet pop of him removing his mouth from your nipple and feel the cool air on your chest. He removes his fingers from you, and you feel that maybe he thinks the two of you got carried away even though it feels so right.

He positions himself lower, between the entrance of your legs that are hoisted on his broad shoulders and pulls your panties down. He spreads you open with his fingers, admiring your wet folds.

"Look at this pretty pussy." He murmurs. "This tight wet hole. It's all mine isn't it?"

He runs his tongue along your strip and you involuntarily let out a cry. He shushes you.

"You have to be quiet for me, baby." Frankie says, kissing at your inner thigh. "Can you do that? So I can make you cum?"

You nod feverishly, your mouth pursed shut as if it's the hardest thing you've ever had to do and he begins to run his tongue over your entrance again.

His tongue circles your clit, slow and teasing and then he takes it between his lips to suck. You rock your hips against his face, your hands on his curls as he slides one hand under your ass to lift you. He slides two fingers into you, pumping faster as you whine.

The pleasure is too much and you dig your nails into his scalp, muffling your cries into his hair. He picks up his pace, his tongue moving faster and faster as he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper.

You feel yourself coming undone, your muscles contracting around his fingers as you scream into your mouth, back arching from the wall. He pulls his fingers out of you as his tongue circles your clit one last time and your body relaxes.

He kisses your thigh and pulls your panties back up, pressing his forehead against your stomach. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers.

He comes back up to pull the top of your dress back up, shielding you as he looks around for anyone else to walk by.

"Oh, now you're checking to see if anyone is around?" You grin. He takes your hand, kissing the top of it as he leads you back out to the street.

"I couldn't help myself. I promise on our next date I won't get so...carried away." Frankie blushes.

You smile, blushing slightly yourself. You can't believe what just happened.

"I think I like getting carried away with you."

Frankie Morales was a man of many mysteries. He was quiet, caring, sweet, sensual and filthy. You thought you knew him and here was this completely other side. You had a feeling he had more up his sleeve, but you were more than willing to find out more.

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writefightandflightclub · 2 months

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What if you stole Santiago's favorite hat, and he caught you wearing it, very casual, nothing to see here, nothing at all.

Make you mine: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x GN!reader

Thanks so much for sending this, Rally! 🧡☺️ I wrote a hat-based thing with Frankie x reader, but I gave this a bash too as I love the concept with Santiago (my beloved) too! I hope you like it!

Warnings: fluff, steam, lots of mentions of erections, cum kink sorta (brief), light-hearted. 🧢 🍆

A hard swallow trails down Santiago’s neck as he clocks you. Wearing his hat.

He’s arrested by the sight of you, an instant flare of heat blooming across his skin as he realises, in no time at all, that he likes it. Likes seeing you in something of his. Or more so, looking like you’re his by association.

The attached and very intrusive thought is powerful and sudden on the heels of that realisation.

He’d love to see how you’d look wearing his hat and nothing else.

He quirks a brow in interest. He didn’t know that, specifically, would do it for him, but in fairness, he’s pretty sure you are the common denominator here. With you, he’s always discovering new ways that you turn him on.

Shame he can’t act on it though. You and he have been flirting back and forth, sure. But, you’d told him, not long after you’d met that… things were complicated for you. You and him? Maybe there was an instant spark, but you’d been clear the two of you would be nothing outside of friends.

So, he tries to compose himself as you walk over to him. A glass in each hand - one for him. “Thank you,” he smiles smoothly, clinking his glass with yours in a “cheers”.

The other boys have retired inside, after a poker night out on the deck. But you and he have lingered. For some air.

He lets his gaze linger on you, confident enough to drink you in for a stretched moment, your coy gaze even more alluring than usual from beneath the brim of his hat. He tries his best to ignore the blood thudding to his crotch. But you make that difficult to do - no-one else could ever.

“I’m cosplaying you.” You tease, brazenly acknowledging your blatant and unforgivable theft. “Pass me a stick of Wrigleys, Santi? It’ll really up my authenticity.”

He chuckles. Unable to take his eyes off of your bright smile. Your gaze flits gently over his face in return. Lingers on the creases radiating out around his eyes. Dips to his mouth. It makes him self-conscious - which he isn’t used to. Then again, he’s never met anyone who has quite the effect on him that you do.

He perches himself on top of the wooden porch rail. Gestures for you to join him and you seat yourself there too, body angled in towards him.

He can’t help it now. Looks up at his cap perched on your pretty head. He spreads his thighs a little to accommodate his growing bulge between his legs. “-You know. If any of the boys touched my hat…”

“Oh, I know,” you pout comically, shaking your head side-to-side. “Dead to you.” So you know his hat is famously off-limits then? In that case, either you must have put together that he’s a soft-touch for you; or, you’re trying to provoke him. But hey. He doesn’t exactly mind either option. “So.” You take a casual sip of your drink, your eyes flashing with mischief from over the brim. “The boys would be in for it. But what will my punishment be?”

Santiago takes a deep, steadying breath he dearly hopes is subtle as the bulge between his legs grows uncomfortably swollen, pressing up against the seam of his jeans in a way that makes his eyes prick with tears.

Fuck, he doesn’t normally have this much trouble controlling himself; but there’s something about you. Lord knows, he’s trying to keep his internal monologue clean but all he can think is: mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Undoubtedly, he can think of a few (hundred) ways he could “discipline” you, if that’s what you’re into. His palm itches where it rests against his thigh, becoming suddenly tacky.

“Well. First of all. Here,” he offers, pulling a pack of gum from his pocket. “You’re not really nailing ‘me’ yet. Needs more work.”

Nailing him? Fuck, that’s an unfortunate choice of words when he’s trying to take his mind off of ravaging you.

“No?”

“Not seeing the resemblance, cariño.”

“Well. That checks out.” You tug performatively on the brim of his cap as though you know exactly what you’re doing to him, actually. “I am a hell of a lot cuter.”

Fuck, you’re not wrong. You’re fucking adorable.

You take a piece of the offered gum, beginning to chew rather obnoxiously on it. “How about now?”

An easy laugh bobs in his neck. “Holy shit. Now it’s like looking in a mirror.”

You slide closer to him, shimmying yourself along the porch rail. An urgent heat prickles at his skin. Your proximity slips a warm snake down his spine.

“So, you approve, Santi?” Santiago could swear your voice has taken on a lusty quality. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on his part. “You like me wearing your hat?”

He almost chokes on his masking swig of his drink. Christ, if you only knew how much he approves. If you could see the sordid images playing on a loop in his head right now? Well, you’d probably throw your drink in his face, to be honest. Actually - he could do with it, to cool off. Maybe he can pour his own drink over himself if things get really dire.

“You think Frankie’s cap would suit me too? Or do I look better in yours?”

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Even the drum of his heartbeat feels like it’s trying to claim you. Trying to bust out of his chest to reach out for you.

Fuck. Are you trying to kill him? He doesn’t have a gasket, but he’s pretty sure he’s about to blow one all the same. “You know you look good,” he assures huskily, voice hollowed out by want, though still trying his damn best to toe the line.

Friends. You don’t want him to do the things he’s doing to you in his head right now. Right?

You smirk, looking all too pleased with yourself before taking a swig of your drink. His gaze is fixated on you as you wrap your plush lips around the mouth of the bottle, your fleet of pink tongue poking into the rim. The image certainly is… inspiring.

Fuck, he’s sweating. Swipes the back off his hand across his forehead, catching the moisture gathering inexplicably at his temples.

Then, to his horror, you stand, slinking towards him and slotting your hips in between his spread thighs. You crane around his form, careful that the brim of his own hat doesn’t poke his eyes out, and you dip your plush mouth towards this shell of his ear. Your whisper beds down right under his skin. “How do you think I’d look wearing this and nothing else, Santi? Would I look like I was…yours?”

Wearing my hat. Wearing my hat. Wearing my cum.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Santiago’s brain fully short circuits. He blinks dumbly at you, mouth slightly agape, as you simply look on in amusement, biting down on your lip.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to jump at the chance to find out, but…

He sniffs. Shoots for non-chalant and doesn’t pull it off. “I thought we… I thought. Just friends?”

“Santiago,” you purr. “I stole your hat. Catch-up.”

Catch-up? Holy shit. Maybe he’d have a clue what you were up to if he could think straight. His erection is straining against his pants so hard now he has to shift his hands to cover it. Has to bite back a strangled whimper at the painful pinch.

Your mouth twitches around a delicious self-satisfied smirk as you clock the state he’s in. You giggle, brazenly eyeing his bulge with interest. “Benny told me this might do the trick.”

Santiago’s eyes tighten then. He pouts up at you, eyes twinkling, almost wistful. “Honey.” He lifts the hat from off of your head, setting it down on his own instead. “You? You don’t need any tricks.”

“No?”

Fuck, the way you’re both so devious and so shy at the same time is killing him. “Nuh uh. I’ve wanted you for a long time. You’re gorgeous.”

He boxes you in a little more tightly with his sturdy thighs. Slips his hands on to your waist. Your breath hitches, and he likes the fact he’s finally managing to turn the tables. He dips his mouth towards you, and you manoeuvre around the brim of his cap until your mouth is a whisper away from his kiss. “Wait,” you urge. “I have gum.”

He can’t help but laugh - a resonant chuckle shucking in his throat- as you take a moment to toss it aside, and then he’s just looking at you again. Gaze flitting softly over your face. Arms drawing you close to him once more until his lips brush yours. The contact sends tingles all the way down to his toes; he’s waited so long for this.

He deepens the kiss, soft and more tentative than he’d usually pitch it, his tongue probing into your mouth, but you return his growing fervour. Your palms brace against his sturdy thighs, and he swallows the smooth moan which blooms from your mouth as he clasps you to him.

You pull back for air, looking slightly giddy, and you survey him, a cheeky, devilish glint in your eyes. “You know. You look really fucking good in my hat, Santiago.” Your dark, teasing voice is like honey poured into his middle.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You look like you’re mine.”

He shucks air from between his teeth in surprise, his face splitting into a lopsided, awed smile. His eyes turn dark with hunger, pupils eating away at warm umber.

He is. He is yours, if you want him.

He decides then, that he can push this a little further. You seem keen - and Lord knows he is. And so, with a knowing, playful smirk, he dips his lips forward towards the shell of your ear. Whispers to you. “So, how about I wear this and nothing else for you?”

You visibly shiver as his words wind their way into you, your smooth facade cracking apart. “Santiago. Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?”

With his erection continuing to throb against the seam of his pants, he really thinks it’s the other way around.

“No,” he promises. “Only trying to make you mine.”

Mine. Mine. Mine.

That’s all he’s wanted since he met you.

He devours your mouth in another hungry kiss, tongue shoving against yours, opening you up. Stubble raking over your skin.

And, before your delicious kiss knocks every other thought - and word and concept - right out of his head, he logs the fact he definitely owes Benny a favour.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He always wanted to be more than friends.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #Santiago Garcia x reader #triple frontier #Oscar Isaac

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yumeka-sxf · 9 months

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Spy x Family Exhibition Pamphlet

I got my copy of the Spy x Family exhibition pamphlet! I wanted to make HD scans of some of the notable pages and try to translate if I can.

First off is this great "Main Character Correlation Chart" (sorry for my amateur editing, all I have is MS Paint!)

I love how Bond has a different "bofu" (woof) for Loid and Yor!

Several of the pages show the creation process of the manga, starting with rough sketches to final drafts, using chapter 1 as an example. There were a lot of pages for this, so I just scanned the ones that showed the end of the chapter.

Probably the most interesting pages of the pamphlet are the early character designs/concept sketches. Most of these have already been shared by @sy-on-boy on her post here, but I thought it'd be cool to have them in HD! Unfortunately, even with higher quality images it's very difficult to decipher Endo's handwriting. I could make out just a few words here and there, and Google Lens is very unreliable when the writing isn't clear.

The first page has early concepts for the Forger family, Loid, Anya, the WISE logo, and the Eden uniform.

Things to note are that "Oscar" was a working name for Loid, as was "Yolanda" for Yor. What's also interesting is that a beta version of Franky is shown along with the Forgers. Unfortunately I can't make out the notes about him, but I think this has significance because of a sketch on the next page...

Most of the next page shows concept designs for Yor, with a section for Bond and Yor's coworkers on the bottom.

However, what's really intriguing is the sketch in the upper right of the whole family, titled 疑似家族 (pseudo family).

Once again, a Franky-looking character is with them, and he has the title "Uncle" (叔父) Was an uncle originally going to be part of the main Forgers? Was he actually related to Loid or Yor, or if that character did eventually become Franky, maybe he would just pretend to be Loid's brother? I can also make out the word "otaku" (オタク) in the notes for this character as well as "enjoying life" (人生を楽しんでる) Also in the notes for beta Yor it looks like 最強 (the best/strongest) and バカ (idiot/dummy) All I can make out for Loid's notes are 孤独 (loneliness) I think? And what's up with the older and more sinister looking Anya? She really looks like Ashe there. But these are all just early concept designs/notes so I wouldn't take them too seriously.

The next page titled "East and West During the Cold War" has concept designs for Franky, Yuri, Fiona (referred to as a female WISE spy), a male WISE spy, Melinda, and various assassins from the cruise arc.

The first interesting thing to point out is the notes next to the very crudely drawn woman at the bottom of Yuri's concept designs. It says "Yuri's girlfriend?"(ユーリの彼女?) though I can't make out clearly what the rest of it says. For the Franky designs, I could make out "tsukkomi or boke". So it looks like at some point Endo was deciding whether to make him more of a tsukkomi (straight man) or boke (wise guy) personality. There's also mention of giving him a high IQ (IQ高い). Also, the fact that the sketches include Melinda and the cruise arc assassins gives the impression that Endo had ideas for these story elements very early on.

But the character relationship chart in the lower left is really intriguing.

I'm not sure how accurate these translations are so take them with a grain of salt, but they do make sense to me. But I have to wonder why Anya and Becky are connected to Desmond. For Becky, it could be because her family has ties to the Desmonds, but why Anya? Could the "mysterious institute/lab" she comes from have ties to Desmond too? Again, these could just be early concepts from ideas that Endo is no longer using, so best not to take them literally. Also, the lack of Shopkeeper/Garden in the character relationship charts, the concept art, and the exhibition overall, really does portray them as a "mysterious organization" that Endo perhaps didn't plan out until later in the series' development and is still trying to figure out. But as far as this sketch, I have to say that despite how terribly crudely drawn all their little heads are, it's easy to identify every character...proof of Endo's top notch character design skills!

Another sketch that stands out is on the same page...

It's a very rough drawing of what appears to be either Loid holding Yor or Yor holding Loid with Anya next to them. But honestly it's such a rough drawing it could be any other parents+child. All I can make out of the text directly above is "My wife is stressed!? At this rate..." And the drawing next to it also appears to be two parents and maybe two children? I also have no clue what the "WJ4C 9/20, etc" at the top means. Very mysterious sketch, lol.

The next page has Eden related concepts, including Becky, Damian, George, and various teachers. The drawings in the bottom section appear to be an alternate/abbreviated version of how the Forgers met.

Pretty funny that an image of Franky is covering what's supposed to be a sketch of Demetrius. The text from Franky says "I can't show you this information yet" which is pretty solid proof that Demetrius will make an appearance in the series eventually. There's also nicknames for Damian and Demetrius in the notes - "Dami" and "Demi."

Some notes on the Eden page says there's 2,000 students in the school, with 13 grades divided into 8 classes/houses. The chart on the left is a list of teacher names and their classes, all of which are given names of colors. None of the teacher names have been used so far in the series.

And all that's on the last page of sketches is a continuation of the previous page with the early concept of how the Forgers started (it honestly looks pretty cute, wish it wasn't just rough sketches). And the following section looks like drafts Endo did for promotional material.

The final pages of the pamphlet are the new extra mission chapter which I already fully translated here.

And that's all I'm going to share for now from the pamphlet! I could spend more time trying to decipher the concept art notes but it was giving me a headache after a while, lol. But if anyone wants to try translating them, go ahead (I have higher quality png files of all the scans if needed...they were too big for Tumblr). And again, these sketches are just trial and error pre-serialization ideas that don't necessarily reflect Endo's final vision for the series, so I wouldn't dwell on them much other than for fun theorizing.

The pamphlet does have other interesting information, including an interview with Endo, a timeline of his work on Spy x Family and other manga, and his notes about random things from the series. So I might return to translating the pamphlet at a later date when I have time/motivation.

#spy x family #spy family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #sxf spoilers #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf scans #yuri briar #damian desmond #becky blackbell #fiona frost #franky franklin

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jo-harrington · 9 months

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On-the-Job Training (A Store Manager Verse Story - Steve Harrington/Reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve has a crush on the Dippin' Dots cashier.

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Late Summer of 1985, Steve and Robin work at Scoops, Reader works at Dippin' Dots, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Enemies to Lovers(sort of?), Tie in with the Store Manager Verse

Note: Ok what started off as a silly little conversation about what flavor chapstick each ST character would use turned into this and I typically don't write Steve...but I had to give him some love.

Tagging my loves who were integral to that convo to thank them for inspiration especially Drac who started it all. This is for you bb. @dr-aculaaa @mopeymopeymouse @chestylarouxx @somnambulic-thing @fracturedarkness @br0ck-eddie

Technically slightly anachronistic because Dippin' Dots didn't open until 1988 but I'm a stickler for accuracy in the regular series. This is just a fun little do-dad.

You can find my masterlist here for more fics featuring pretty much exclusively Eddie Munson content but also a little Steve.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Largely unedited; I didn't even re-read it. It's might suck. Enjoy!

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"Ahoy! One U.S.S. Butterscotch!"

Steve never thought that this would be his future after graduation.

This summer he should have been living it up before he went away to college and made something of himself. Lifeguarding at the pool, going to all the parties, hanging out with his friends.

Instead, his life went to shit, Nancy Wheeler had broken up with him, he had gotten rejection letter after rejection letter from the schools he had applied to...and instead of working at the pool like he had every summer since he turned 16, he had a crappy job slinging ice cream at Scoops Ahoy of all places at the new StarCourt Mall.

"Thanks so much," the sweet lady who had placed the order smiled at him and handed the sundae to her son. "Look at that Frankie, your favorite." The little boy shot Steve a grin complete with his two front teeth missing and Steve melted a little bit.

Alright, it wasn't so bad. He got to make people smile, he got some spending money--which was nice since his dad had pretty much cut him off, although his mom was sneaking him some cash on the side.

"Look alive dingus," Robin called from the window separating the front of the ice cream parlor from the backroom. "Your schmoopsie poo is here."

"Shut up Rob!" Steve groaned through gritted teeth.

One of the perks of working at the mall was that he got to interact with people of all shapes and sizes and yeah...Steve had tried to use it as a means to get over Nancy. He'd had little hours-long crushes on fellow mall employees, customers, Robin--although working with her made that difficult--hell there was even a manager that had caught his eye towards the beginning of summer except he'd seen Eddie "The Freak" Munson of all people hanging around her.

Although after a few months of seeing Eddie around StarCourt not being a wastoid menace, Steve had to admit...well he wasn't that bad either.

The one who'd caught his eye the most though was you, and yeah...he'd developed an actual big little long-lasting crush.

You, who came around for a root-beer float most afternoons.

You, whose smile made his heart skip a little.

You in your pink polo, teal apron, and white visor with the words Dippin' Dots emblazoned on the front.

The enemy.

And you never let him forget it either.

Steve had been heart eyes over you the first time you had entered into Scoops territory to order your float. Undercover in casual summer clothes a week after the mall had opened. There was just something about you, your smile, your laugh.

Robin teased that he said that about everyone; Steve ignored her.

Then you opened your mouth and said the float was good but the service could have been better. That Steve should stop by Dippin' Dots sometime and see how it was really done.

Shots fired.

It really hurt at first. This was his first real job outside of the community pool, one he had been excited to get. He was really nice, tried his best; why didn't you think so?

"It's called flirting," Robin insisted. "God, you really suck, you know that? How can you ask people out willy nilly and then miss someone flirting with you right in front of your face? Flirt back next time."

So he did.

Every so often he'd mosey across the mall to your kiosk, order a small vanilla cup, and throw a little insult of his own your way. Usually something about how tiny balls of ice cream could never beat an actual scoop. Or about how you didn't count his change the right way, or that your visor was on crooked.

You wouldn't hesitate to get your own comment in. Especially about his choice in flavor.

"You work at an ice cream parlor and you order vanilla?" you questioned. "A hundred flavors to choose from at scoops; do you only get vanilla there too? Vanilla...is good but when you have variety? Order something exciting one day, and then we can talk business, Stevie."

Oof, it steamed him.

But not enough to stop playing the game.

And it left you both grinning so who was he to end the fun.

So when you showed up at Scoops today after not being around for a few days and your smile didn't reach your eyes like it usually did...Steve was suddenly overcome with...well he didn't really know.

"Ahoy, uh, sailor," he greeted and tried to put on his biggest award-winning, tip-earning smile.

"Ahoy," you replied weakly.

"Root beer float?" he asked, already heading over to the case to start scooping ice cream into a cup.

"Uh," you hesitated. "No, just...just a small vanilla cup today."

Steve froze and looked at you. Your shoulders were slumped, you had your visor in your hand, and you were pointedly avoiding eye contact with him.

What was...what was wrong with you?

Where was your fight? Where was your fire? Why, all of a sudden, was your game over?

"Hey, uhm," he coughed awkwardly. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, Steve," you nodded absently.

"You always get root beer."

"I just want vanilla today."

"The special is salted caramel? I can give you a sample if you're--"

"No, I just want vanilla," you cut him off and rolled your eyes. "You always get vanilla. Why is it a problem if I suddenly do? Vanilla is good too. Maybe vanilla is just...what we both want ok? Nothing else."

He was shocked. That wasn't playful annoyance in your voice; you were just...annoyed.

"Sure," he agreed. "Sure. One small vanilla coming right up."

He got your ice cream and rang you out, and as you were about to leave, he called after you.

"See you in a little while?" he asked.

"If you want." You waved goodbye and headed out of the ice cream parlor.

Steve turned and looked at Robin who simply rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"What just happened?" he asked.

"You're hopeless," she sighed and slammed the shutters on the window closed.

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Steve roamed around the mall on his break.

Typically, he'd make his way to Dippin' Dots but...that just seemed like a waste of time today.

He'd fixated on your visit for the rest of his shift until his break, analyzing everything he said, everything he did. Everything that could have made you mad at him.

Once he got Robin out of her hiding spot in the back room, he monologued all of his thoughts to her.

She watched him pace back and forth, called him a dingus a few times, a loser a few other times, and then finally sent him on his break with some last words.

"I know you're hearing everything they're saying Steve," she began. "But are you really listening? You just keep...ordering vanilla."

"Uh. Yeah. That's the game."

"It's not a game you...ughhhhh! GO!" She pointed to the exit. "Before I throttle you."

Why couldn't she just tell him? What had he done?

In his rumination, he'd been chewing at his lips. A habit he had pretty much done his entire life when he got nervous.

Shit, and he'd left his chapstick in the car; it was hot, it probably melted by now.

That was one of the little ways you made his life a little better...through your teasing. You had told him, once, that his lips looked dry.

"Maybe invest in some chapstick or something."

He'd gone to Melvald's that same night that you told him and got a 3-pack of strawberry chapstick. All the while wondering if it meant you had been looking at his lips for a while or...

But it was...just another little jab right? Another little flirt? Another part of your game?

Still, he never knew when you might show up so the chapstick became a constant--something that soothed him even, gave him courage--and he always had a tube tucked into the pocket of his shorts, or on the register, or in the cupholder of his car. To swipe on if he knew he was about to see you...or hoped he was.

And now...he desperately needed it, needed his strawberry chapstick--needed you--and it was nowhere to be found.

Steve stopped in his tracks and looked at the stores around him.

WaldenBooks, Regis Salon, JH Camera Repair.

Claires.

Bingo.

He'd seen little kids with their play makeup and sparkly plastic jewelry post up in one of the booths at Scoops after they spent their allowance money at Claire's. He had to find strawberry chapstick there. He'd even take cherry. Something.

Anything.

Steve crossed into the pink-and-purple-and-pop-music-filled oasis to a melodic "Welcome In" from the employee helping a little girl by the ear piercing booth. And as out of place as he felt, he was immediately relieved to see a wall full of eyeshadow palettes and glitter hairspray.

He closed the distance and frantically searched the wall, but it was all novelty makeup. There was one package of Dr. Pepper lip smackers, but the package was half-ripped and the cap was missing; he was a little worried but he figured it was better than nothing.

He was about to snatch it off the hook when that voice sounded behind him.

"Did you need help finding anything?" He immediately turned on his heel to find the employee--the manager, Eddie Munson's girlfriend--standing there in a flourish of tulle and fluorescent colors. "Oh! That's a customer favorite...looks like it's damaged though, let me just..."

She reached out to take the package but Steve reacted instinctually. He quickly grabbed it and clutched it to his chest.

"I don't mind," he tried to reason. "I don't care if it's missing the cap."

"Listen, I can't sell it to you if it's damaged," the manager explained. "It's just not safe. Is there anything else I can help you find though?"

She reached for the package again but he held it back.

"I need this," Steve tried again.

"Oh...kay."

"Because I messed up and this...you know the cashier down at the Dippin' Dots kiosk? Well...I don't know...I pissed them off or something and I just need to...go down and talk to them and I can't."

"So the lip balm is a gift for them? To make amends?"

"No...it's for me because my lips are dry." Steve sighed. "I...ok I know it sounds crazy, but I swear. It's...they got me to start using chapstick because they said my lips were dry and it's this thing we do. We go back and forth and we tease each other.

"But they're mad at me now, and they didn't...I mean they ordered vanilla. They never order vanilla. They hate it when I order vanilla."

"Uh huh." The manager's eyes went a little soft. "I'm not...really following the logic...but I get it."

"You do?"

"You like each other. But you're just...going back and forth. And no one has really...admitted it," she observed. She suddenly burst into laughter and Steve cocked his head to one side in confusion. "Sorry, sorry...it's just...whatafuckincoincidence.

"So are you the one who's afraid of being rejected? Or...are they...or..."

Cue the record scratch in Steve's head.

Rejection.

All summer...all year actually...Steve had been faced with one rejection after another. First Nancy, then all of the college applications, his dad and now...all of the little fleeting mall crushes that he'd asked out that had said no.

Robin had even made a scoreboard that sat in the back whenever someone turned him down.

He thought all this time...he'd become immune to it. But with you...it was easier to think it was just a game than to possibly face the reality that if he asked you out...you'd say no and then the little game would be ruined. And his hopes would be dashed.

He didn't realize that all of his waffling could potentially be hurting you too.

"Why don't you," the manager continued when Steve hesitated to answer, "go down there and talk to them? Even if they're mad at you. Communication is very important. I'm sure if you explain everything, or even...just show that you're willing to bridge the gap, they'd be willing to listen. The worst they could say is no, but if they're already mad, you have nothing to lose. See if they'll give you a chance."

"So I...shouldn't order vanilla this time?" He looked up at her and asked, recalling your words.

Order something exciting, and then we can talk business.

The door had been open for him to ask you out this whole time.

And that's why you ordered vanilla earlier. Because Vanilla meant...meant that this...flirtation...this game...wasn't going anywhere. He hadn't made a move, so you didn't want to wait anymore.

God, he was so stupid.

"Uh, no...don't do that," the manager smiled kindly. She reached out for the broken lip balm and took it from him. "I'll just...damage this out."

"Wait...but my lips are still dry," Steve floundered. "I still need chapstick."

"Do you think there's gonna be some kissing happening?" the manager's eyes narrowed. "I said talk to them, not...plant one on them."

"I just need...something," he begged. "Strawberry...if you have it."

"I think we have strawberry flavored lip gloss by the register."

"I'll take it."

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So there Steve was, in the concourse by JCPenney, patiently waiting in the line for Dippin' Dots with sticky, strawberry-flavored lips tinted a very nice shade of pink.

As soon as he had swiped the gloss on...as silly as he had felt...he had been reminded of you.

"Next!" your voice sounded every so often and the line got shorter and shorter, and Steve's courage got weaker and weaker. The Claire's manager had been right though...communication...the worst you could tell Steve was "no."

"Next!" You'd be just another tally on Robin's scoreboard. And she could call him a dingus again. She really enjoyed doing that. So some good would at least come from his failure.

"Next!" He'd also get...a cup of Dippin' Dots which...if he had to admit, he kinda enjoyed. He got all the Scoops ice cream he wanted for free but this was different. Ice Cream of the Future and all that. He sort of expected Henderson to come up with something like this, the little nerd; well, if he could never show his face here again, he'd ask the kids if they could figure out how to make some kind of futuristic ice cream for him.

"Ne--oh!" Steve finally got to the front of the line and saw your shocked face. He smiled and waved as he approached the register.

"Hey," he greeted. "I told you I'd see you around."

"You did," you said flatly and scrunched your nose. "So...the usual? Small vanilla cup?"

"Uh no..." Steve said hesitantly. You raised an eyebrow in question. "I uh...can I get a large..."

"Large vanilla?" You sniffed.

"Large Rainbow Ice," he recited after squinting at the menu board. "It's time for something new."

You stared at him silently and Steve couldn't help but doubt himself.

What if Rainbow Ice was the wrong answer? Should he have gone with Banana Split? Shit he should have just stuck with Strawberry. It was his favorite. Strawberry chapstick, strawberry gloss, strawberry ice cream. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Yeah," you finally answered with a beaming smile and Steve's heart soared. "Yeah it is time for something new, isn't it?"

Next Part: Incremental Planning

#stranger things fic #Steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington fic #store manager verse #Steve harrington fluff #scoops steve

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gatitties · 1 year

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Hi 👋😊.

I just had this a idea for almost a whole year and it about a young teen female Reader who have a father figure or mother figure from the pirate they like the most but~~ I want them to be the older version from the future like when they are at the age of 40 or 60 . ( Strawhat pirates & white beard pirates & kid pirates)

And if you don't write about the whitebeard pirate's it okay .instead of it I would like it to be the heart pirates 😊♡.

Edited!\ take your time okay, love your writing by the way👋😊♡

─Strawhats, Heart Pirates, Kid pirates & Whitebeard Pirates x teen!fem!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: some headcannons with your mother/father figure and the rest of the crew

─Warnings: the characters are older, like in those 40/60 year old drawings (reference)

Well yes I write for whitebeard and as a bonus you will have all four crews, ty!! ;)

─ You're like the baby of the crew, no matter how strong or smart you are, for them it's like a duty to keep you safe even though you don't need it.

─ Luffy, Chopper and Usopp are your best allies when you get bored and want to play or play a joke on others, although they are not so young for their usual games they can always make a small exception for you.

─ As for family roles… Sanji was like a father to you, he was the most attentive to everything, he controlled that you had a balanced diet, that you hydrated, and he made sure that nothing and nobody could bother you or harm you, physically or mentally.

─ This cook already has an age and a past that makes him want to protect every possible child, and despite the fact that you were not a child, in his eyes it still seemed that you were 5 years old and not 13.

─ You called him 'dad' once by accident and he cried after you left the room.

─ Sometimes he just walks into your room to tell you something random "did you know that swordfish can swim up to 100 km/h? They are great hunters" and leaves without saying anything else, he doesn't even wait for you to answer, "Close the door!" of course he never closes the door after that.

─ You spend a lot of time in the kitchen and he teaches you to make your favorite dishes.

─ Despite being forty years old, the fights with Zoro won't stop, and he always puts you in the middle to give him support, "yellow looks much better" "green is better, it doesn't look like piss" "Of course not, honey, what do you think about this? Yellow is better isn't it?" "I guess?" "Ha! see, my little girl is always right marimo"

─ Franky and Brook are like the uncles who spoil you.

─ Now… if you're looking for who won to be your mother figure, the award went to Nami, despite not being as young as before and having lived more adventures, she will never stop being like a scared cat and tends to separate you from danger when she sees it.

─ She earned most of your affection pretty quickly.

─ Typical mother who makes you save as much as possible, she'll lend you her old clothes if still in good condition, "this shirt suits you better than it did when I was your age, you'll be a beautiful girl when you grow up!"

─ Although she doesn't mind pampering you a bit if she wants, it's practically difficult for her to deny you something if you really want it, overall, she can always put others in debt to get more money.

─ Lots of relaxing baths with her and Robin, you like to gossip about everything you see when you stay on an island for a while.

— Many moments of shopping together, it doesn't matter if you like it or not, she will simply drag you down because she needs the opinion of someone younger to stay "in fashion".

— She'll also teach you everything she knows about cartography and navigation.

— Father figure Law lives under stress, his night schedules are still as shattered as when he was young and now he has a teenager under his wing to care for.

─ He is very strict with everything, he wants you to maintain a healthy life so you will have many restrictions, ranging from not spending much time inside the submarine to correcting your posture when you're sitting wrong. "You look like a shrimp sitting like this, correct your posture or you'll have back pain" "You look like an emo in your forties and nobody says anything to you" "…"

─ He's worried because teenagers are so carefree and stupid sometimes, he'll have Bepo supervise when he can't.

─ You have many arguments with him for small things, but don't worry, if he punishes you Shachi and Penguin are the uncles who get you out of trouble.

─ This duet with you by their side only means one thing to Law and it's headache.

─ Whenever you're in a bad mood, the crew jokes that Law has infected you with his continual sulking disease, and that now you are like father and daughter.

─ Law is a proud dad inside of him, he won't show that he is proud of you out loud, but in his mind he has you as someone smarter than half the crew.

─ He will teach you everything he knows about medicine, unless you don't like it or are too squeamish about operating or dissecting, however you are required to learn everything about basic first aid.

─ Ikkaku is the only woman on the whole ship so she was the mother figure who helped you not go crazy among so many men and an adorable bear.

─ You're always welcome in the kitchen to help or observe, but mostly to gossip, sometimes Bepo joins.

─ She has small details with you, like buying some matching pendants or bracelets, she also likes to comb your hair with different styles, definitely your personal hairdresser.

─ Unlike Law, Ikkaku will always let you know that she's proud of you for any little thing, like if you've only managed to take down a few guys on your own without help and will yell in mid-battle "Well done, that's my girl!"

─ God bless you with this crew because you will not have a day off, just because they have aged doesn't mean that they are not as chaotic as before.

─ Although they will respect you, you are not in this crew for nothing, and also, all these guys are afraid of an angry teenager with little hours of sleep. "Dude, shut the fuck up if you don't want me to insert this knife as a new piercing in your forehead" "Yo… ok, chill kiddo"

─ The closest thing to a mother figure that you found was Heat, because he was the one who acted the most like a mother hen with you, apparently he was the most concerned about your physical integrity because he was at that age of wanting children and you were the closest to that.

─ It's not like he was depriving you of potentially lethal weapons for a teenager, but he was more afraid of what people would do with someone young like you.

─ Because being in this crew most of the time means fighting and going to clubs, so yeah, he always had an eye on you just in case some nasty person tried something weird with you.

─ Wire always took care to relax Heat when you'd rather just walk around the village than be in a bar because you weren't much of a fan of drinking alcohol at your age. "What if she gets kidnapped? She can be there all alone being scared" "She literally dismembered a guy last time we fought, she'll be fine."

─ Wire is the cool uncle who lets you do whatever you want as long as your worried mom doesn't find out.

─ And if we talk about a father figure… Killer, Killer acted like a responsible father most of the time, not as worried as Heat but always watching over you and above all that you didn't let yourself be influenced by some of Kid's stupidity.

─ Because Kid was like your demon on your shoulder, despite already being of an age, this man wouldn't stop being impulsive and you're an easy-to-influence teenager, so you and Kid have a sibling relationship.

─ Killer just watches the two of you while he looks disapprovingly, you can't even see his face and you already know that he is disappointed with your decisions. "You guys broke what? oh okay." a lot of passive-aggressiveness whenever he scolds you.

─ But he will always scold Kid more because he is of legal age and should be responsible, he definitely doesn't leave you alone with him because the last time you ended up drunk.

─ And despite not being of many words, he's like the presence you need by your side at certain times, someone you can turn to if something bothers you and that you know that he will be there for you.

─ Overprotective squad in general.

─ Everyone sees Whitebeard as a father, however in your eyes he is like your grandfather, because Marco had earned the position of father figure.

─ This man wanted to establish a life a few years ago, start a family etc, then one day you just arrived and he decided to take you under his wing, literally.

─ He is the least worried if you compare him with the men of the other crews, he knows that he has many people who protect you by his side, so he is calm in that aspect.

─ He will still scold you for your bad habits. "Eat slower you'll choke if you keep eating like a turkey" "Don't you have a nest to make or something? I know how to eat, I'm not Ace" "Hey!"

─ Ace may have matured a lot more but he'll still be a bad influence on you, so Marco always asks Izo to keep an eye on both of you, because the last time he left you two alone you ended up in the stomach of a sea king.

─ His chest will swell with pride if you call him 'dad' in front of people.

─ He's the kind of dad who tells all the shits that have happened to you and he embarrasses you in front of the crew just because he wanted to tell a funny anecdote about you, although he later apologizes to you if he really upset you.

─ As for a mother figure, this crew is short of such things, but the closest thing was Izo, because without a doubt, within this crew full of testosterone, he was much more elegant and careful than the others.

─ And more than anything because you could steal his makeup to use it, although you didn't know how to apply many of the things he had, he helped you with that. "Honey you're spreading the makeup wrong" "Can you teach me Izo?"

─ He taught you a lot about self defense in case someone bothers you more than necessary, like using guns, you should know how to protect yourself just in case.

─ Proud mom watching you kick ass.

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nightmare-dreamt · 11 months

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Hello!! May I request a monster high x Fem!reader, who's a new student. She ran into some students, and she looks like a human, so everyone thought she was a normie, but she turns out to be a monster with powers. She can turn into a human form or a monster form, so shes still the same person, but she can change her looks, she can change her looks to a human or her monster form.

But she's also

🥀DROP

💋DEAD

❤️‍🔥GORGEOUS

When everyone though she was a normie some actually though she was the best looking normie they've seen before, but obviously chosenot to say and wouldn't admit it. But when they found out she was a monster, (half monster half normie) when she turns into her monster form she's even more beautiful🥹💕

Everyone's jaw would probably drop🤭

Monster high x beautiful half normie and half monster Fem!reader.

Can it be a oneshot please?🥺 If you want it to be a headcannon or something, that's also fine, but can you also include the characters such as the Frankie and the ghouls, and the guys too, like heath, Holt and etc in the oneshot/headcanon.

Sorry this looks long, it's probably cause of how much I wrote-

Anyways thanks and have a good day/night!!

Monster High Request:

Frankie:

Human Form: When the two of you first met, it was when you and your human friends were trying to save their monster friend Holt. The two of you got along really well and shared similar ideas when it came to saving their friend.

When her eyes landed on your form, her heart stopped unlike the way it usually does and now butterflies were in her stomach making her feet heavier than before. You were like a god/goddess in her eyes and she didn't know what to do. When you felt eyes on your back, you turned meeting her gaze which led to her blushing profusely and popping her hand off to cover her face.

Monster Form: You tried your hardest to hide your monster form, afraid of what everyone might have thought but it was bound to be revealed sooner or later. You slipped up one day when transforming late at night and assuming everyone was sleeping, but a photo was taken and soon spreaded around about your true identity.

When she saw the picture a clear confusion was on their face, but then admiration and adoration took over and their heart began beating faster. Frankle thinks both of your forms are super cool and they're fine with you being in either one. They make sure to help figure out who took your picture and spreaded it, refusing to stand this hatred against you and your monster identity.

Draculaura:

Human Form: You met the vampire from Frankie who introduced you to their friends wanting all of you to get along and become great friends as well. At first, you were afraid, never having met a vampire before, but when you got to know the pink vampire your fear faded away. You got along with her well and always had sleepovers together, laughing and enjoying your time with each other.

It was hard for her since she thought her feelings were for Clawd, but when the two of you began hanging out more and more new found feelings began to form. She's gone through the pros and cons of dating both of you, but everything seemed evened out besides the fact that you're a human…

Monster form: She saw the photo and didn't believe it, unsure if the photo was even real, totally believing that you were full human without a single scent of monster in you. Her skin grew darker with a blush when seeing your gorgeous looks on your monster form as well making her choice now even more difficult.

Clawdeen:

Human Form: When the two of you met, it was strange. The two of you didn't talk much besides when one of the others were around and helped start the conversations. The two of you were basically mutals that had the same friends.

You weren't that close with her until the group went to Paris and she had you model one of her outfits. In the moment, when she saw your form in one of her outsides shining in the moonlight, her mind went blank with only you in her thoughts. She couldn't help but think how good you looked with the moon shining onto your skin and the outfit that fit your body perfectly, hitting everything correctly just like how she had planned.

Monster Form: When her eyes landed on the picture, the same thing from Paris occurred with your mind going blank and only you in her thoughts. She then felt anger knowing someone took your picture without your permission and revealed your secret that was clearly hidden for a reason. She was quick to come and comfort you making sure that everything was alright. (She won't admit it, but she also went to see your monster form in person and you looked even more exquisite in person)

Clawd:

Human Form: You met the werewolf from his sister and his crush, which wasn't a great idea because now he was facing one of the greatest choices of his life. For the past month, he's been seeing Draculaura, but when you showed up his heart and mind haven't been the same and he liked it. His feelings for the vampire were still there but he now also had feelings for you as well.

Monster Form: You had shown him and when you did his eyes widened instantly seeing your glowing complexion and soon the air felt like it was taken out of him. You made him nervous and he didn't know what to do, making things even worse for his relationship as you also started getting closer with the vampire. He knew deep down that he had to do the right thing, but something else held him down.

Holt:

Human Form: You met him when trying to save his counterpart from the other humans who thought all monsters were bad, which wasn't true at all. You were shocked when seeing him going through the same thing you were. When attending monster high, the first thing you did was look for him and show him your form wanting to show him that having two sides wasn't always bad.

Monster Form: When he saw that you were just like him, his heart fluttered knowing he wasn't alone in this world of being human and monster. You became great friends with him spending most of your time at monster high with him talking about the strange things the two of you have done with your abilities. When news about your transromation became known, he stood up for you making sure no one treated you the way they treated him for being human and monster.

A/n - Sorry I couldn't do all of the characters. this was already over two pages and would have been more. If you want I can do a part 2 with more characters :)

#x reader #headcanon #request #monster high x reader #monster high characters #MH X reader #frankie stein #mh g1 #cleo de nile #clawdeen wolf #draculaura

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canvasbaby · 8 months

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Youre different.

for some reason, you were different. summary: scenarios for luffy, zoro, and law x gn reader. how they feel about you, why, and how you may have gotten together! (except luffys but i may do a part 2 so lmk if you want that)

so this has some adult themes but not smut. also asexual luffy is so real!! but also remember that some people are only on the ace SPECTRUM. so ace people can still DEVELOP romantic and sexual feelings. so no bullying okay? thank you. ALSO! gn reader but you do wear a skirt. but like- amab people in skirts are YUMMY

NOT PROOFREAD read at your own risk of death by grammar

Luffy- Luffy never really had an interest in others. he never noticed others looks. he hear about how attractive nami and robin are, but to him, they were just… nami and robin! but for some reason, you are different. he and his crew are visiting an island and, of course, he's hungry. so hes looking through the windows of the small shops, looking for any sign of food- oh. my. god. he sees you. holding a big plate of food, you glide through the restaurant like it's your job (it is) your dress flowing behind you as you effortlessly serve people hot food. smiling oh so sweetly. he realizes exactly why ace was so focused on other people through their youth. he want to get to know you. to see youre beautiful face and perfect body every day. he wants to hold you close and-

"luffy! whatre you doing?" usopp was calling out to him, but he didnt really care "eww youre drooling! lets just go in and eat already" nami was grossed out with him as she rolled her eyes. he didnt even notice the drool down his chin. the crew walkned in, being seated at a big table in the middle of the restaurant. he was praying for you. he needed you to come up to him and say "Hi everyone! what can i get you all today" his prayers were answered! he looked up at you, he assumed the crew was ordering, but he couldnt bring himself to care. he was memorizing your features, memorizing you. that is, until you were looking right at him. "and for you, sir?" he liked when you said that. though, he wished youd call him captain. "uhm,,,,,,,,,, meat." "just meat?" "meat and,,,,,,,,,you,," he really said it before thinking, like all things he did. the table erupted in reactions. franky and usopp were laughing their asses off, sanji was angry at his captain for stealing his thunder, and the rest of the crew were somewhere in between confused and indifferent. but he didnt care. they didnt really matter right now. because the way you were looking at him. you looked stunned. your face hot, your shoulders risen in defense, but not scared, more, embarrassed. you were affected by what he said. you were silent. looking at him wide-eyed. "uhm,, uh-oh uhm" nami cut you off by smacking her captain and apologizing to you. you quickly left to put their orders in.

and he left with your number.

Zoro- youre the newest member of the crew. and damn youre sexy. he never really made time for romance or sex, but you caught his eye. you both met in your garden in your hometown. as the child of high class society, you were being married off, but things happened and luffys crew saved you. there was big fight with the marines that had a base settled on your home island. zoro protected you the whole time. you were so sweet to him. usually people being worried about him was just a grating noise he wished he could cancel out, but when you did,,, you were just different. he didnt know why. he just knew he would do anything for you. and now you were taking care of him after that intense battle. chopper often had a very difficult time getting him in bandages, but he tolerated it if you were doing it. besides, he liked the way your eyes roamed his chest and arms. the way your hands would linger just to feel more of his incredible muscles. "how are you doing today, zoro?" you popped your head into the medical room. usually chopper would be right behind you, but he wasnt there today. he didnt waste time wondering why "better" "thats wonderful! i was thinking we could try a day without bandages" you were so genuine with him. so sickly sweet he felt his heart hammering in his chest. especially the closer to him you got. he couldnt contain the way his eyes would roam your figure. of course he loved the way you acted. your personality is what made him really stick to you. but he of course noticed your body. and sailing the seas on a crowded ship doesnt leave a whole lotta time for… intimacy. "okay,,, whatever you want. you unbandaged him, rubbing oils and medicine into his healing wounds. you loved the way he looked away, and how his head tilted back if it really hurt. but you wanted to make him feel good. your treatment slowly turned into a massage. hearing him quietly groan as you rubbed his muscles. "zoro" "what" "thank you for always protecting me. youre so,, cool. im really happy i got to know you" you stopped massaging him he looked at you. he didnt know what to say. he never really does. scared hed say the wrong thing, he did the only logical (in his mind) option. he grabbed the ide of your face, leaning in for a kiss. you met him halfway. he tasted so good. he couldnt get enough of you. he wanted it all. but he knew you'd say he was too injured. he just hoped this moment never ended

law- youve been a part of his crew for years now, and his pining couldnt be worse. well, that what he thought, but with each passing day he loved you more and more. he didnt have any interest in people before you, and now he cant have any interest in anyone else. he yearned for you and only you. you were hardworking, tough, and sweet. even though you werent as strong as him, you were 10x as cute and gracious as him. you were a generous soul. it shouldve annoyed him, but really, it made him want you. "captain, i finished my duties,, i was wondering,," you trailed off. you were obviously nervous about asking something, seeing how often he declined your crewmates. he wished he could tell you hed do anything for you. "what is it?" "would you, uhm,, like to come to dinner?" he was confused on whyd youd ask. of course hed come to dinner with his crew. he made it a point to do that. of course, right now you were docked at an island, so he figured everyone was off doing their own thing. maybe thats why you asked "sure" "really!? okay!! ill go get ready!" you seemed excited. but he just let it go. he loved seeing you smile, so he was just happy you did. now you were leading him to some high-end restaurant in the heart of the town. he hasnt seen any of the crew so far. he was starting to wonder. but his suspicions were confirmed when you walked in and asked the host for a table for two. holy shit. HOLYYY SHIT THIS IS A DATE this is the last thing he expected. he was so ecstatic he was having a hard time containing it. the only experience with romance he has is the occasional romance novel, so, he pulled out your chair for you, sat down, and ordered their finest wine. "aww, youre going all out on me, huh?" god he loved when you teased him "only the best for you" he really tried to sound smooth and hot, but he was such a dork. but it was sweet. thats what you like about him. he really tried for you. the date went better than expected. you were able to talk casually, no awkwardness. he adored you. walking back to the ship, he had the courage to hold your hand in his clammy one. "captain,," "yes?" "be my boyfriend"

#trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #one piece #luffy x reader #mugiwara no luffy #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #trafalgar d law x reader

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stupidsagestars · 1 year

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: ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

{ 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 } 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when luffy forces you and zoro who have been enemies ever since you first met to go on an undercover mission, you were pretty pissed, when you have to pretend to be an extremely flirty couple things definitely get heated and passion can't be hidden can it?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mirror sex, raw sex, blowjob, fingering, tiny bit of violence, tattoos

[𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬!!! ]

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧: 𝟐/𝟎𝟓/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞)

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It's been 2 years since Luffy founded the Thousand Sunny Rebel Organisation, there are now 50 different divisions with a total of 40,000 members all around the globe. The fact that it had taken Luffy only 2 years to make all this progress was thanks to a few key characters. One of them being Roronoa Zoro, his second in command and you, the leader of the 3rd and 4th divisions.

Now, you and Zoro have a bit of an issue with each other. No-one really knows where it comes from and neither do you, it seems to be a natural thing.

But here you are sitting down in chopper's underground base with Nami, Robin, Zoro and Luffy whilst Brook, Sanji, Franky and Chopper himself are on a mission.

"Can you stop eating so fucking loudly." You snap at the Moss head who was devouring his food like he had a time limit of 2 seconds.

"Shut up." He mumbles, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"No because you're being a pig." You retort, throwing him a napkin way harder than you need to.

He catches it easily. "Oh no I've made the princess mad, whatever do I do now." He says sarcastically.

You scoff and turn to Luffy. "I thought we had a break today, what do you need?"

Luffy points at Nami with his mouth full. She rolls her eyes.

"Seriously? You got the chefs to cook you more food, we talked about this!! You're eating all the supplies" You say groaning at your friend's incompetence.

Zoro laughs before mimicking you and taking another bite of chicken.

"Robin can you tell him to stop being such a baby!" You say pleading with your friend who just chuckles in response.

"Well we're here because we've got an important mission, we need 2 people to infiltrate a strip club." Nami says frowning at the sheet of paper Luffy had told her to read.

"Who owns it?"

"I think Akainu, you need to steal a document or usb from a couple who go by the names of Silver and Lisa. It has some messages between Akainu and Kizaru to do with the new government building, so it's very important to get it." Nami says before crumpling the sheet of paper up and leaving it on the table.

"Usually I'd do with it Sanji but obviously he's on a mission so-" She takes a long breath before looking at you and then zoro.

You frown, "No, no,no, Nami. No fucking way."

"Y/n come on you two are our best infiltrators, it'll take like 10 minutes at best."

"I don't care either way." Zoro says, smiling at you which ticked you off even more.

"Fine." You say with gritted teeth, not wanting to be the difficult one.

"Great!! You guys have to go now though, your files are on the table. That little delivery kid will probably hand you you clothes and whatnot."

You pout as you walk over to the table, glaring at zoro as you picked up the file and walked over to the door.

"Are you coming or what??" You snap at the idiot who for some reason was still sitting down.

He yawns before picking up the file and carelessly walking towards you. Little did you know, those eyes that seemed to be glaring at you were checking you out, admiring how you looked with your low rise jeans and beige crop top. He loved the tramp stamp tattoo that sat smugly on your lower back, god did he want a close up view of it whilst giving you backshots that made you feel like you were in another fucking universe.

"What vehicle?"

"Huh??"

"What vehicle are we using." You say slowly, as the two of you walked out of the hall.

"Porsche" He responds. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, that wasn't common transport for a mission.

"Miss Y/n, Mr Zoro your mission packages are here!!" A timid voice says from behind you.

A delivery boy passes a little package to both you and zoro and quickly runs off, obviously shy.

"Aww he's so cute." You say.

"Tch- he looks like a brat." Zoro mutters and you punch him on the arm.

"You're a brat." You say and he frowns.

"We meet outside in 5." You say when you finally get to the changing rooms.

He doesn't respond so you open the female changing room and slam the door.

You get to take a deep breath as soon as the door shuts. God was he hot, Why'd he have to be so annoying yet so attractive?? Yeah you hated him but that didn't take away the fact that he was so sexy.

You quickly open the package and find yourself staring at an incredibly skimpy red dress and some red high heels . Right under there's a red launderette set and a metallic pink gun, perfect.

You get changed in under 2 minutes and check yourself in the mirror. Before leaving the room, Nami enters smiling at you.

"You look gorgeous." She says giving you a small hug before taking a seat on the bench behind you.

"Thanks, gosh why do I feel nervous??" You say trying to stop your hands from shaking.

"I mean this is quite important." She comments and you shake your head taking a seat next to her.

"No, the mission itself will be fine it's just, y'know.." You say not wanting to admit the issue at hand.

She smirks, "I think I know. Well, I say this is the perfect time to leave your mark."

You frown, "How?"

"You know how to be hot, make him restless, make him beg, turn him to a green headed sanji."

You laugh at her last remark before giving her a small hug.

"Okay I'll see you later."

"Bye! Have fun."

You open the door to find Zoro waiting opposite you. He's wearing a simple black suit with his top buttons undone and his tie lose.

"You're the one that said 5 minutes."

"Careful I've got a gun." You mutter walking past him.

"Huh?"

"Nothing! I was just saying how much of a great partner you are!" You say giving him a fake smile.

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The car ride was incredibly silent but luckily it didn't last long. Although, you did notice Zoro:s eyes practically burning into you sometimes.

He follows behind you slowly as you walk towards the club, eyes glued to your ass and fabulous legs, you turn around and ask him to put your gun in his pocket since you didn't have any.

"Why didn't you bring a bag." He says trying to hide the gun in his inside pocket.

"Use your brain, dy'know how risky that is. Think about why you didn't bring your swords." You sigh and he suddenly wraps his arm around your waist.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You hiss.

"The show starts now princess." He whispers in your ear.

"If you call me that again I will blow your head off." You whisper back giving him a small but deadly smile.

≪•◦ ★◦•≫ [ btw you're going by the name Rose and Zoro decided to disregard the name he was given and choose 'Zuro'

You and Zoro have been in the club for about 5 minutes now and you've been trying to find Silver and Lisa amongst the massive crowd of people.

"How the fuck are we going to find them."

"Wait look." He says pointing to the v.i.p section.

You find yourselves looking at a blue haired girl grinding on a blonde haired guy with funky sunglasses.

"I can't believe you managed to find them before me." You scoff and he smirks as the two of you move through the crowd.

"We'll sit in the booth next them." He says and you nod.

He grabs your hand and swiftly pulls you onto the chair.

Just behind you are your targets making some unearthly sounds and saying some interesting things...

You can't help but let out a loud laugh until zoro covers your mouth with his hands. You notice he's got a smile on his face too and can't help but find him cute .

" I think we need to get their attention." You whisper seductively in his ear.

"mm, that sounds good to me." He says back, giving you a sinful look.

You position yourself onto him and start to slowly grind.

"this doesn't mean anything." You say in his ear and he responds with a loud moan which makes you pinch him on the shoulder.

"what the hell are you doing." you hiss.

"getting their attention."

You put your hands on his shoulders and move according to the music. Zoro bobs his head along, his hands loosely placed on each sides of your hips.

The urge to take of his trousers and really get to feel him is so high but you've got a mission to fulfill. It seems your little game wasn't beneficial to what you were meant to do at all, the couple hadn't turned around once.

"I talk to Lisa you talk to Silver." You whisper to Zoro whose eyes were closed.

"Why can't we finish?" He grunts.

"Because we have a job."

You get off him and walk over to the two lovers. You tap Lisa's shoulder and whisper to her, " hey I'm super sorry but d'you know where the bathrooms are?"

She smiles at you and immediately whispers something to Silver who rolls his eyes. You turn to give Zoro a look, telling him to strike conversation with Silver.

You walk to the bathroom with Lisa who seemed to be talking to you about 2 bitchy strippers who insulted her just a few minutes ago.

"No way what bitches they are!" You say pretending to be shocked.

" I know right, their bras were flimsy as fuck too, what right do they have going after my boyfriend" She continues putting on some lipstick.

"Who runs this place it's super cool." You ask her whilst blowing your nose.

"That big guy, oh what's his name Akainu, yeah, he's barely ever here though."

"Akainu?? As in that super pretentious and problematic government guy?"

"Yeah him, but uh was that green haired dude your boyfriend?"

Your eyes widen at the thought, " yeah, he is, and I'm guessing the guy you were with is yours?"

"Yeah, we actually work together."

"Really? What'd you do?"

"Sort of send government messages and stuff." She hums. You could tell she wanted you to keep asking her about it.

"Oh my gosh that is so cool, you're so cool." You say trying so hard to not sound sarcastic.

"No I'm not.. Am I??"

"I mean totally, you work for the government!!"

"Hey I'll tell you a secret, I'm actually working right now." She says smirking at you.

"Omg are you serious??"

"Yes, there's some people here looking for us."

"Wait. Omg What if it's those strippers? They flirted with your boyfriend right and they insulted you." You say and she looks at you shocked.

"Oh. My. God."

"I've got an idea."

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Whilst y/n was busy wrapping Lisa around her finger, Silver and Zoro were having a quite different conversation whilst smoking a cigarette or two.

"She's just so-"

"Sexy?" Silver asks and Zoro nods profusely.

"Yeah and like we've sort of got this thing where we 'hate eachother' it's so hot you've got know idea. Like I do find her bitchy and annoying alot of the time but she's still so attractive" Zoro says passing Silver the lighter.

"oh that's interesting, have you guys fucked yet?"

"nah it's currently just a bunch of tension, but I can't handle just looking at her secretly and checking her out y'know." Zoro says, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"No I get what you mean, like with Lisa I had the perv phase, that's probably what you're going through."

"Shit you're right."

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Now the mission was about to get hard, you and Zoro need to get that letter from Aikanu to Kizaru urgently.

Whilst Zoro was doing absolutely nothing to help you were doing like 5 things at once.

You and Lisa have teamed up ( with her not knowing who you are) to get revenge on her apparent enemies (the strippers) by stripping to your lingerie and sneaking into the stage to give a show, during this you're hoping zoro could use his fucking brain and use the time to look for the letter so you could both get the fuck out of here.

As soon as the girls on stage leave you both take the opportunity and rush on.

"What the fuck, dude they're on stage!! " Silver says tapping zoro who turns around and nearly chokes on his cigarette. Here he was looking at you handle that metal pole like you had a thousand times. He notices another tattoo on your lower stomach, why'd you have to drive him crazy all the damn time?

"we need to get to the front." Zoro mutters, jumping out of his seat and pushing past a bunch of people who were throwing an abundance of money onto the stage. As soon as he got in a good position, his eyes locked onto yours, you gave him a smile and a wink before doing another trick on the pole which gained many many cheers.

You give Zoro a look, telling him to get the document which would either be in Lisa's handbag or Silver's pocket.

He smirks at you before he shoves a stack of cash in Silver's left pocket allowing him to pick up a miniscule usb stick instead of paper. In a flash he slips it in his pocket and tells Silver he had to go to the bathroom to take care of some 'business'

Zoro has never really had to rush when it came to a mission, only on rare occasions, this was a rare occasion he needed to get you back in the base immediately and fuck the daylights out of you. He quickly finds another usb stick in Lisa's purse and takes a look at your dress on the floor.

Did he need to take it?? Nah, you'd be fine.

You look infront of you to see Zoro at the front doors gesturing to you that he had found what you needed. You tell Lisa that you and your boyfriend had "business you needed to attend to" which may well be true and rush out.

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"Fuck, my dress." You say turning round to get it but Zoro throws you his blazer, "wear that."

"Uh thanks, so what'd you find?" You say, opening the car door.

" 2 USB Sticks." He says passing them to you as he started to drive.

"Ohh I see, Chopper told me it's their new and improved way of communication."

"Where'd you learn how to pole dance?"

You chuckle, a certain memory resurfacing your mind. "Uh, it was while you and the boys were on this big mission, us girls got super drunk and found ourselves in a strip club dancing around on the poles."

"Hot."

You put the sticks in the glovebox and look at Zoro who seemed to be tomato red.

"Why are you so red?" You ask.

"Because it's hot." He responds firmly.

You chuckle, you let your eyes trail down and notice a large tent in his trousers.

"And what's your explanation for this?" You ask, letting your hand rest on his crotch.

"Don't be a brat y/n."

" A brat?? I'm just asking you why you're hard and you're too damn shy to answer."

His eyes are glued to the road but his mind is racing.

"You know what you're doing." He says trying not to give in to temptation.

You quickly move your hand away and rest it on your thigh. "Enlighten me."

"Just wait till we get back, you'll get what you want." He says with gritted teeth. All he wanted to do was stop the car and fuck you in the backseat but he knew all too well that that was too risky, even today he had planted those fake chips in there every single mission made the government more and more angry so you had to be vigilant.

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Zoro quickly hands Luffy the UBS sticks and rushes to find you. After checking multiple rooms he finally finds you, in his room, getting ready to shower, wearing his bathrobe.

"this is my room what are you doing?" He snaps and you give him a small smile.

"I feel like we've been other this roronoa. this isn't your room, this is no-one's room, this is chopper's base not yours so why don't you wait outside instead of lecturing me."

Zoro doesn't respond to what you say instead he pulls you into the bathroom, shuts the door and kisses you, his tongue explores your mouth whilst his hand easily slips off his bathrobe that you were wearing. He pushes you up against the bathroom wall, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck as he lets hand wander down to your aching clit.

"now, you can see all the dirty things I do to you so there won't be any misunderstandings." He mutters in your ear.

"come on, go faster-" you beg, watching him finger you agonisingly slowly for his amusement.

"But you've been such a brat honey." He taunts and you whine.

"Zoro please." You beg, it's so embarrassing feeling tears well up in your eyes from your so called enemy teasing you too much.

"You're so high maintenance " He says, rapidly increasing his pace, watching your eyes roll back from the feeling of his thick fingers stuffing you full.

He continues this motion until your moans get louder and louder telling him you were about to cum.

"Are you gonna cum for daddy now?" He whispers seductively in your ear.

"F-fuck yes." You say, letting out a sigh of relief after releasing your juices all over his lap.

"What a fucking mess."

"You won't mind you're a mess eater." You say, cupping a handful of your cum and shoving it in his mouth completely taking him by surprise.

He swallows as much as he can, letting some drip down the corners of his mouth and onto his shirt

"I can't control it babe." He says letting the nickname roll of his tongue like honey, looking at you with evil eyes knowing how feral that name would make you.

You quickly unzip his trousers and pull his girthy cock out of his briefs.

"are you gonna suck it or just sit there?" He says impatiently.

You give his cock a small lick before looking up at him, " I don't mind just sitting here."

"I better speed up the process then." He says shoving his cock down your throat.

"Anything to say Y/n? No?" He says, giving you a toothy grin as you bob your head up and down his cock. You move faster, earning some low pitched cursing and groans from him. Soon enough, he releases his thick load, a loud groan leaving his throat. You finally move back staring at him with watery eyes.

"I don't take you for a messy eater, you swallowed everything right?"

You nod and push him onto the floor, crawling on top of him and quickly unbuttoning his shirt. You sink onto him, moaning at the mix of pleasure and pain you got from the feeling of his massive cock filling you up.

"You wanna have a ride baby?" Zoro asks, you roll your eyes at him, he could never shut his mouth even when he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Why do you never shut up zoro?" You snap at him as you start to bounce on his cock, your gummy walls taking in every inch of him.

"You're acting like you don't like to hear my voice." He says, he lets his hand trace the tattoo on your stomach. As he watches you through the mirror, his eyes get hypnotised on the way your breasts bounce up and down and the sound of your body slapping against each other puts his ears on fire.

You can feel your thighs get weak and your body go limp as your orgasm creeps up too.

"Fuck I'm close." You whimper, trying to increase your pace.

Zoro's groans and grunts get louder and louder as he feels your pussy clench around him.

"You're fucking suckin' me in " he groans, rolling his eyes backwards as he finally cums all over.

You cum straight after and finally realise what you two have just done.

"what the fuck." You say in long breaths.

"That was fun." Zoro says winking at you returning back to his teasing.

" You and I. Did we seriously just-"

"Fuck. Yes we are two consenting adults that's how it works." He mutters carrying you into the bath.

"This is not happening again."

He scoffs, "sure."

"I'm being serious."

"I haven't even fucked you yet." He says passing you the soap and jumping in the bath.

"Why are you here?"

"This is my room."

"We've been other this."

"Will you ever stop being a brat??"

"Will you ever shut the fuck up? There's your answer."

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part 2 (which is coming soon) synopsis: it's been 3 weeks since you and zoro first fucked and you can't seemed to keep your hands off each other, especially whe you're training

#anime smut #zoro smut #zoro roronoa x reader #op smut #op zoro #one piece x you #one piece au #zoro fanfic #zoro x you #one piece x y/n #zoro x y/n

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entomjinx · 10 months

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Strawhat polycule (+Vivi and Law) HCs

I was asked for some on twitter and I popped off there, so here they are! I have a ton more but this is what I'm posting now. Feel free to add more in the replies/reblogs!

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-at first it was completely unspoken! No one called it a relationship or really talked about it, they just existed together

-(also Chopper is like. Collectively everyone's kid/little brother like figure so he is not a part of the poly, but he's definitely a part of the cuddle piles!)

-Zoro Luffy and Nami got together first. They were in that dinghy together for so long and they knew so much random bullshit about one another by the end of it. It's part of what absolutely crushed Nami when she left to go back to cocoyashi, because even though it'd never been said out loud, she'd come to care so much for those two, and she was starting to care so much for Usopp too.

-Usopp was pulled into a cuddle session on the deck of the Merry within two days of joining, and he'd never felt so safe and cared for. He's hesitant to join in without being directly invited each time until post water 7, but Luffy has no problem just dragging him in every time.

-Sanji was the second hardest to get to join the cuddle piles. It took at least a month, and Nami dragging him in herself. She stuck him right between her and Zoro, and well. While Sanji won't say it to his face, Zoro is very very comfy to lay on, and waking up being held by him and Nami made him feel so cared for.

-Robin takes the place of most difficult strawhat to snuggle- until post Enies Lobby. After all they went through, after realizing that's it's okay to want to to live again and to want things for herself? She will just go and sit against whoever is still at the moment to read.

-Jmbei and Franky are always down for the cuddles piles too. Franky will wrap blankets around his metal parts to make them more comfortable, and Jimbei is big a huggable always!

-Brook loves the cuddle pile tradition and any and all physical affection. He was alone for so long that he was dealing with touch starvation... he cried during that first crew cuddle pile... or he would have if he had eyes! Yohohohoho skull joke!

-Vivi! Vivi sits with Nami while she draws her maps! Nami helps do her hair in the morning!

-Vivi likes to sit in the kitchen with Sanji and tell him about dishes from Alabasta! He makes them as similar as possible without the needed ingredients, and when they get to Alabasta, those are some of the first things he buys.

-Zoro teaches Vivi knife tricks to use with her peacock slashers, and how to properly use weights to train with. She chews him out for pushing himself too much when he does things he told her never to do. She's one of the few people who can actually get him to rest.

-Usopp and Vivi share stories! Vivi tells him all about Alabastan myths so he can use them in the tall-tales and he tells her the stories of East blue, both exaggerated and non-exaggerated!

-Luffy teaches her how to throw a proper punch after watching her hurt her hand practicing. What she was doing was working, but it wasn't super sustainable.

-One Time she and Luffy have a conversation about ruling. She will be the queen of Alabasta, and he the pirate king, so it felt fitting to talk about it. Goa gets brought up, and Luffy tells her she'll be a much better queen than Goa's ruling family because her people will be free under her. Because she cares about them.

-leaving Vivi behind in Alabasta hurt them all so much. They sneak letters and denden calls back to her as often as possible.

-Zoro and Sanji still bicker like an old married couple and have their rivalry but they tend to sleep closer together than most. Zoro's a walking heater and Sanji gets cold in his sleep so.

-Sanji pays very close attention to everyone's favorite foods so he can make them as often as possible, but he also pays attention to their comfort foods so he can make them when they're feeling down.

-Zoro pretends he doesn't like sweets. He does, but if he eats them he HAS to brush his teeth after because the thought of his teeth weakening too much to hold a blade concerns him greatly.

-When Sanji notices, he starts making some dishes that taste sweet but have less sugar in them for Zoro.

-Makino used to buy Mikans all the way from cocoyashi, and when Luffy realized that Nami's Mikan Juice recipe is the one that Makino got from the person she bought mikans from, he got so excited. He gets so excited when Nami makes it.

-Nami and Zoro go out drinking with one another in ports all the time. Zoro watches her back while she cheats at cards, and he helps keep creepy guys away. Nami flirts with all the women who try to flirt with Zoro. He's bisexual as all hell, but sometimes women can be creepy too. They will challenge people to try and out drink them, and people loose that bet all the time.

-Once Nami realized just how into Fashiom Sanji was? Endgame. She drags him shopping with her all the time, and once she made him understand that he could be honest with her when it came to clothing instead of just complimenting her, it's phenomenal. He knows so much about different brands, how to spot fakes, and he's just as good at bargaining as she is.

-Robin steals maps from libraries for Nami to compare hers to, and then make better versions of. She returns them after, of course, but not without a copy Nami's notes neatly placed with them. Robin's also really good at finding places for Nami to sell her maps.

-Everyone finds out Zoro can sew pretty early on. He's constantly fixing tears in his clothing, and he eventually starts offering it to the others too. And if he can't fix it nearly, he'll embroider something over it to make it look like it's part of the design. He claims he learned because needles are just "tiny swords."

-Luffy and Zoro take naps together all the time. They're not allowed to go all out with sparing unless their on an uninhabited island though. They don't want to hurt the Merry or the Sunny too much.

-Luffy has taught Nami a couple bo staff tricks he learned from Ace and Sabo as a kid.

-Luffy LOVES to listen to all of them talk about things their passionate about. He may not understand it all, but he doesn't mind listening to the same things more than once or different explanations either.

-if someone talks about a problem near Franky and Usopp, it's solved within a day. They'll build something to fix it or help at the drop of a hat.

-once Nami learned that Zoro was good at math, she asked him to help keep track of all the finances.

-Luffy nuzzles them a bit like a feral animal sometimes. He grew up in the jungle, and you can take the boy out of the jungle, but not the jungle out of the boy.

-Luffy will sit in Usopp's lap while he tells stories if it's just the two of them. They fish together a lot too!

-Brook can play anything he's ever heard, so he collects everyone's favorite songs like pokemon.

-they have a board full of little things they've said to one another that they don't want to forget in the library. It has everything from compliments to cursed things to the completely random and mind blowing things their captain says once in a blue moon.

-Luffy kisses people's foreheads and cheeks to tell them good night. It's one of the best parts of everyone's nights.

-Sanji likes to kiss people's hands, especially if they have to be bandaged for any reason. He only did this with Nami, Robin, Vivi, and Chopper at first, but it quickly spread to Luffy and Usopp. He even does it for Franky, who can't feel his hands and will just remake them instead of bandaging them up.

-the first time someone did this back to Sanji (it was nothing more than a papercut), and it was Zoro. It flusters him so bad that everyone started grabbing his hands to kiss them just because they feel like it.

-there are very few occasions where Zoro sleeps in a way where his back isn't covered. It's almost always when one of them is injured and he's guarding them.

-Luffy loves to talk about bugs to Robin and Usopp, but the second Nami or Sanji come into the room he immediately stops because he knows they're afraid of bugs. Nami eventually tells him that hearing about them doesn't really spook her, and that there are some bugs she likes. The pollinators for her mikan trees, for example. The bees and the butterflies. So Luffy talks about those with her instead. Sanji's infinitely grateful that his captain doesn't mention the creepy crawlies to him.

-Franky and Usopp like to make little trinkets for people, and when they work together, the trinkets come out beautifully.

-Franky and Brook got into a pun war once. It lasted for days. They decided they were equals in tomfoolery because if they didn't they may have driven Nami mad.

-Robin and Sanji are the most verbal about complimenting the others. They work together to pull the others out of bad headspace's when necessary.

-Zoro convinces Usopp and Nami to do some exercises with him. They thought he'd push them the way he did himself at first, but he could never.

-Zoro is one of the biggest softies of the whole group. He just pretends he isn't. They all know this.

-After they all trauma dump at some point, Usopp makes sketches of the people they've lost, so that if they don't have any photographs, they can have this. They have all sobbed to Usopp after receiving one of these sketches.

-Usopp's room is full of drawings of the strawhats doing different things. Some of his favorites are of Nami picking mikans, Sanji teaching Chopper the steps to a dance in the kitchen, Brook playing violin in the moonlight, and Luffy asleep on the Sunny's figurehead.

-Franky had never considered letting anyone help fix and tamper with his insides until the Strawhats. But he feels so safe with them that he has no problem explaining how he works and what to do to upgrade the slots he has trouble reaching.

-Brook and Zoro spar against each other often. they start interweaving parts of one other's styles into their own as they learn them.

-They started acknowledging it all more post TS.

-one of the first things Luffy did was tell them all he loved them. One of the few things he regrets is not telling Ace that enough, and he's not gonna make that mistake again. It starts a chain reaction, and they all start say it out loud, some more than others.

-all the Strawhats knew Luffy had nightmares even before the skip. He never said anything about it, but he'd sneak to sleep with one of them even on non-cuddle pile nights. It's more noticeable post time skip. They don't ask.

-Sanji comes back with long hair and wearing heels, and no one questions it. Good for him. His kicks hurt more and they missed his food dearly. Nami and Robin now get to help him with his hair too!

-Brook adds most his earnings as Soul King to the treasury for the crew. He also came back with gifts from all over for all of them.

-Zoro learned even more stuff about sewing from Perona, and when he finally gets to fix something for Nami and Robin with an intricate design he learned, he looks so excited to be doing it. One of them snuck a photo and it's the first photo on the photo board they added beside the quote board.

-everyone loves to sit in the Galley and talk with Sanji while he cooks. Sometimes he'll sing if they're all quiet.

-Robin likes to play with people's hair when she's reading, and she likes to read aloud just as much.

-Sanji and Usopp cut and style everyone's hair.

-Jimbei is overwhelmed by how welcoming the Strawhats are before he's even officially joined them. He knows what to expect by the time he makes it to Wano though, and he's so excited.

-Luffy saw right through Law in Punk Hazard. He saw the same look in his eyes as he's seen in Robin and Ace and a lit of his crew. He felt in his gut that if he didn't help Law he wouldn't live past whatever he was planning.

-he knew that telling his crew that Law saved his life would mean them learning that he almost died, but it doesn't stop him from doing it.

-even with that information they're hesitant to trust Law at first, but they fold pretty quickly as they start to see the same thing Luffy did in his eyes.

-Chopper asks Law what happened after Marineford because he's Luffy doctor and feels like he should know... and Law tells him. Everyone else listens from around the corner, heartbroken to hear that after the canera's cut, Luffy's brother died taking a hit for him. That Luffy was so exhausted and full of poison that Law knew he had to have been tortured in some way. That the surgery to save him took everything he had. That Jimbei was the one to bring him back to his senses while he was upset.

-Law tells him about what he needs to know so bluntly... but he leaves out how Luffy's scream for his brother never left his mind, reminding him of the way he lost Corazon. He doesn't tell Chopper that Luffy tore some of his wounds back open as soon as he was awake, desperate to try and find his brother.

-they all keep very close eyes on Law to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid after that. If nothing else, they won't let the man who saved their captain's life die.

-Sanji sneaks more food onto Law's plate whenever he's not looking because there's no way he's eating enough.

-Zoro starts spars with him to keep him out of his head.

-Robin shares knowledge back and forth with him, debating on simple things to pass the time. She accidentally picks up on all the signs that he too, survived a genocide. A tiny mistake in covering his accent while he was mostly asleep is what gave her the final clue to which one.

-even though he tries to hide it, Law is fascinated by how Franky kept himself alive.

-Nami asks about how they navigate under the ocean, but Law doesn't have all the answers for her. He tells her she should ask Bepo when they all meet up, and Nami is the first to get him talking about his crew. He doesn't even notice everyone else listening at first, but his clear love for them is what chases away that last little bit of suspicion.

-when they realize Law is just a dork underneath the fake moody attitude, they ask as many questions as they can to get that side of him to come out.

-Law has to bite the inside of his cheeks to not laugh at Brook's puns when they catch him off guard

-Nami trades him rare coins for regular ones when she sees him looking, but if he already has it in his collection, he'll tell her how much it's worth to sell.

-Usopp and Franky build him little models of the Germa 66 comic characters. They sit on display in the Tang.

-Law finds some old music from Flevance, and he trusts Brook to copy it down when he can't.

-Luffy manages to pull the childishness that he thought died more than a decade ago right back out of him. He finds himself in so much ridiculous bs, but it feels so nice to just let go.

-Robin explains how weapons from different cultures work so Usopp can rebuild them with Franky!

-Robin absolutely lies about it sprinkling rain lightly to cover up the fact that Law sheds a few tears when Doflamingo goes down.

#strawhat pirates #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #strawhat poly #roanoa zoro #black leg sanji #nami one piece #usopp one piece #nico robin #franky one piece #soul king brook #first son of the sea jinbe #nefertari vivi #fluff

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hikarimiyanaga · 5 months

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Teach Me (Part 1)

FINALLY STARTING MY NICO ROBIN FIC.

I haven't reached an ending that I feel satisfied with Forget Me so that will be on hold for now.

Might randomly update it though.

Warning : Omegaverse. Alpha!Reader x Omega!Nico Robin.

Summary :

You aren't smart.

And to be fair with you, you aren't that dumb either (Not as much as you thought anyway).

But this ridiculous crush on Nico Robin?

The hottest, smartest, kindest and straighest woman to ever live?

Probably one of your dumbest ideas.

You groan as you look over your history and latin exam papers.

How did it get so bad?

Why are you on the verge of failing right now?

"Where the fuck did I go wrong??" You groan again to no one in particular when your three sworn brothers came one by one.

You look at them and sigh.

Monkey D. Luffy. New member of the boxing team. His agile footwork and determination are a force to be reckon with. His dream is to surpass and defeat Kaido.

Portgas D. Ace. Quarterback of the football team. Ace is also a well-known playboy with his charms and good looks.

Sabo. The new member of the mma club. He actually wanted to get into politics but decided to change his mind and get into sports particularly, martial arts.

And there was you. All four you were known campus-wide as 4I.

It was an old nickname back from middle school that still stuck to this day because of Nami.

Once she called all of you that and you all turned to her, it was over.

"Where's Nami and Chopper?" You were desperate now, you can't fail subjects, it felt like you were losing the imaginary battle for Robin's heart.

Right. Nico Robin. One of the smartest students ever at GLU. She has so many awards to her name and she was still a student. You just know that her late mother would be so proud of her.

"Why are you looking for them?" Luffy asks as he settles in the seat beside you. Luffy's crew actually consists of Robin, Zoro, Chopper, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Franky, Brook and even a senior, Jimbei.

How they all got together was not disclosed to you. And you are not that curious. Your brothers have their own lives. They have their own friends.

"I need help." You groan as you show them your exam papers that barely passed. The three boys looked at it as you look away.

You stare at her from afar, knowing that she was reading yet another difficult book that would be too much for you.

"How can I ask her? Damn it, would she even accept it-" You mumble to yourself.

"Who do you need to ask?" Luffy asks and you glare at him.

"How did the three of you do on your exams?" The three sworn brothers of yours all pretended to be busy with their bags. "Answer me!" You growl at them and they all stop.

"Bad." "I failed two subjects." "I passed everything, hey!" You deadpan at Sabo.

"Really? Did you ace any subject?" He looks away at that and you groan. "I barely passed two subjects but I did good on everything else."

"How many subjects did you take this semester again?" You glare at Ace who just grins at you.

"I took seven! History and Latin are killing me right now." You groan as you look at your phone. "I need someone smart to teach me."

"Why not ask Robin then?" You perk up at that then you look at Luffy.

"What. Do you know her??" You were pretty sure that there are question marks floating around you by now.

"Yeah?" Luffy gulps down the food in his mouth. "She's friends with Nami and Chopper. They're both pretty smart too."

"Okay, I'm going to ask Chopper and Nami to intro-"

"HEY, ROBIN!" Almost everyone in the cafeteria looks at Luffy and you blush at the attention. Even Robin, the girl you've been wanting to ask out on a date raises an eyebrow at your direction.

"Luffy-" Before you could scold him, Luffy is dragging you already to Robin's table. "WHA- LUFFY-"

"Robin!" Luffy grins at Robin and you can't help the blush on your face as you looked everywhere but her. "Would you mind teaching my little sis, Y/N?"

"What little sis- We're the same age, you asswipe!" You hold Luffy's collar and he just grins at you.

"You're still little sis. You joined us last, after all."

"That's not how it works-"

"Sure." You stop at that then look at Robin. "I don't mind." You blush again as you release Luffy.

You'll forgive him this time.

You shouldn't have asked her.

Fuck. You're nervous and you haven't even seen her yet.

"Stop panicking, Y/N." You try to calm yourself down to no avail.

Both you and Robin agreed earlier to meet up in the library after 4 pm. It was right after your last class.

"Oh. You really did ask for her help." You turn around and see Nami and Chopper together with Franky.

"Hey, Nami. Hey, Chopper. Wait-"

"She's studying with us, idiot. Now, come on." Nami drags you inside the library and you clench your fist.

Of course, you two wouldn't be alone. Why did you think that was the case?

"You guys finally came." Robin greets and you spot Sanji beside her.

What the hell? Did they all just decide to meet up here or something?

"And that's my cue to leave. I still need to get to my next class. See you, Robin-chwan! Nami-chwan!" The lovesick cook bids his goodbye and you can't help the pit in your stomach.

The Strawhat Crew was a tight circle of friends. One that you didn't even try to get into even if Luffy insisted sometimes. You just didn't fit in with them.

"Did you call everyone else? Is Luffy going to be here too??" Nami asks as she places down her bag in the seat across from Robin.

"Sanji just stopped by when he saw me. It'd be a miracle if any of us can get Luffy in here." You wanted to agree but you opted to stay silent as you also place down your bag beside Chopper.

"Why are you over there?" Nami asks and you freeze at that. "Didn't you ask Robin for help? Sit beside her, for god's sake." You wanted to glare at Nami, to make her stop but you knew you couldn't. The woman scared you even if Luffy insisted that she was just intimidating. You nod in agreement and place down your bag beside Robin who hums as you get out your notebook and books.

You hate Latin. Why did you ever think it was a good idea to take this subject?

You groan in frustration as you scratch your head. Robin has been nothing but patient to you but you knew that she was also getting irritated by now.

"Let's take a break, shall we?" Robin says and you look at the clock.

"Shit. It's ten!?" You quickly shove your things inside your bag. "I'm so sorry but I have to go! I have work! Thanks for the help!" You run away from the group and Nami hums.

"Right. She has that dangerous part-time job of hers. I'm surprised that Ace and Sabo hasn't made her quit it yet."

"What job?" Robin asks out of curiosity and Nami hums.

"She's a security at a club. Undercover, actually since it's pretty fancy." Robin hums.

"Wait, what club?" Frank asks and Nami thinks about it for a second.

"Um. I think it was Amazon Lily."

"Wait, isn't that where Boa works??"

"Yep." Nami puts her focus back on her book as Robin thinks about you.

You change into your uniform and sigh.

You were late and got scolded by Boa again. Even though the both of you were the same age, Boa is already the manager of Amazon Lily.

"Sorry about being late, Sonia." You apologize to the bartender of the night who just smiles at you.

"You're still good, there's just a few customers right now." She places a non-alcoholic drink in front of you and you thank her.

You look around Amazon Lily and observe everyone.

Your job was simple enough. Prevent any disasters from befalling the club for the night.

Even if you were not as interested as your brothers into sports or martial arts, you could still hold on your own when it comes to fighting. After all, the four of you all had the same teacher. You shudder as you think about Grandpa Garp's teaching methods.

'Never again.' You think to yourself as you take a sip of your drink.

"You new here?" A woman asks as she takes a seat beside you and you smirk at her.

"No, ma'am, not new." You show her your id and badge then she giggles.

"You look young to be a security staff." And there it is. When people see your badge, they always doubt you.

"I am young, ma'am but trust me, I am also part of the staff." As if on cue, you hear a ruckus on a table and sigh as you put down your drink. You leave the woman alone and go to the table.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" You ask the man who was clearly drunk and yet still trying to pick up girls. Jesus. You hate men like this.

"What- I was just trying to talk to them!" The man defends and the alcohol breath hits you in full force. You sigh in exasperation and look at Boa who gestures to let the man out.

"Sir, I'm afraid that you're causing a ruckus now. Please leave the premise immediately or I wi-" He swings his fist at you with no warning and you quickly dodge it. "I warned you, sir." You quickly deliver a chop to his neck and he loses consciousness before he even hits the floor. "So sorry for that, madams. A round of drinks shall be provided on the house for your trouble." The stunned women just nods as you smile at them. You signal to one of the waitresses and she nods at you. You hoist the man from the floor and carry him outside.

"A fight?" Mari asks and you shake your head at her.

"A drunk." Mari hums as you place him on the curb and take his phone from his pocket. You text whoever is on there to pick him up and take his wallet. You take a picture of his id and hum as you send it to Boa. She only gives you a thumbs up and you pocket your phone. You secure his wallet and phone in his pants and go back inside. Mari should be able to keep an eye on him until he was picked up by whoever you texted.

Boa simply gives you a thumbs up and you just stare at her until she looks away from you.

"She was just complimenting you, you know?" Ran says to you and you shrug at her as you take your seat.

"I didn't do much."

"You literally just made sure our customers were safe, what do yo-" You shush Ran away and she hits you lightly before going back to her work.

Compliments were never your forte. Whether you were the one receiving or giving it.

You take out your phone for a second and hum as you see a text from Nami.

Nami : Are you still at work?

You raise an eyebrow at her question and glance around to see if Boa is watching. She wasn't so you quickly reply to Nami.

You : Why are you asking?

Nami : Just answer.

You groan at her. Nami was a frenemy of yours. She was intimidating as fuck and has always scared you. But she can be helpful when she can.

You : I am. WHY?

Nami : Photo attached.

You raise an eyebrow and quickly look away from your phone as you were surely blushing by now. Nami just sent you a photo of the Strawhat crew in somewhat fancy clothes. You were blushing because of Robin's clothes. She was wearing a revealing dress that left little to the imagination.

You : PLEASE DO NOT COME. NAMI, I'M BEGGING.

Nami : Too late. Even Luffy agreed already.

You : Can you at least make Robin change???

Nami : What? Why?

You : Because she's too-

Your reply gets cut off as Boa pinches your cheek.

"Y/N! What did I tell you about texting while working?"

"That I shouldn't do it?"

"AND!? What are you doing!?" You sigh.

"Texting. In my defense, something more distracting are coming."

"Robin?"

"What- how-" Boa rolls her eyes at you.

"I'm your friend, dolt. I've seen how you look at her." Boa glances at your phone and groan. "Shit. She really needs to change. You're going to drool." You blush at her.

"What-"

"I'm letting Mari know. Catch the jacket that I'm going to give you." You nod and you glance at the photo again.

'Fuck.' You feel your pheromones trying to release themselves but you don't let them. That was one of the things that Garp taught right. How to control your goddamn pheromones so Omegas won't be uncomfortable around you.

"Catch!" That was the only warning you get from Boa but you still manage to catch the measly thrown jacket. You hum as you wear it and hope to god that it will be enough.

After half an hour, you were observing everyone when almost everyone's eyes went to the door. You can't help but freeze as the Strawhat crew strides inside the club.

"Y/N!" Luffy runs to you and excitedly tells you about his practice today. You say sorry to him in your head already as you can't keep your eyes off Robin. That picture from Nami had nothing on the real deal.

"Y/N?" Luffy asks, oblivious as to why you're not functioning anymore, and Boa pinches your side to get you out of your daze.

"The jacket, dolt." She says and you quickly take off the jacket that your wearing and go up to Robin.

"Here." You say and put the jacket on her. "It can get cold in here." You defend the action and clear your throat. "You guys must want a table. There should be an empty one." You play the role of a proper host and lead them to their table.

"I thought you were security here?" Nami asks with an eyebrow raised at you and you nod.

"I am." You show your badge to them and Nami hums.

"Why are you not in uniform then?" You smile.

"Because it's easier to observe inside the club than outside." You hear a cry and narrow your eyes at some people in the corner. You quickly leave the Strawhat Crew's table and get in time as a glass was almost emptied on Daisy. You groan as your shirt get soaked and your abs get exposed.

"This shirt cost me 100 beris, damn it." You sigh and look at the woman before you, still holding the emptied glass then at Daisy who was clinging onto your back now. "Ma'am, is there any justifiable reason on why you are trying to harass one of our staff?"

"Harass? That woman brought the wrong order! It's only reasonable to-" The woman stops as you glare at her.

"Please leave this establishment right now. Amazon Lily is not responsible for your attitude nor are we going to continue serving your pompous ass. If she got the order wrong then just tell her! You don't have to dump a whole drink on her!" You can't help the growl that escapes you. The Amazon Lily staff were the kindest people you've ever met. They even tolerated you as their friend.

"What- Is that how you talk to a customer!?" The woman gets soaked and you look at Boa who just simply gives you the bucket and takes a picture of the woman.

"You are banned now. I suggest that you don't ever come back here again. My people are not your servants. They are only doing their jobs and they are to be respected. Go away." The woman scoffs then leaves as you console Daisy who still hasn't stopped shaking. "Take her to the back and get changed. I'll get Ran." You nod as you lead Daisy to the back room.

After you make sure that Daisy is going to be okay, you change your shirt and go back to the bar.

"Nice work." Sonia greets as she places a drink in front of you. You down the drink wordlessly and clench your fist to calm yourself down.

"You okay?" You hear a familiar voice ask and you look up to see Robin still in your jacket. You can't even appreciate that she looks good in the jacket as you nod.

"I'll be fine in a minute." You glance at Luffy who was enjoying eating at their table and hum. At least he was not being protective.

"It must be hard to control yourself. I know Luffy doesn't." You smile at that.

"One of the reasons why he got into boxing, really." Robin smiles at you. "Sorry you had to see all that."

"No worries. I didn't know Hancock is your friend."

"She's not. She's my boss."

"Boss? She studies at GLU."

"And she manages this place."

"That is actually amazing."

"It is. The owner is her adoptive grandmother. Not that it matters. Hancock is an amazing manager."

"Sounds like you admire her." You hum.

"I do. She's cool."

"Thanks for the jacket, by the way. I wasn't so sure with the dress but-"

"The dress looks amazing on you but uh- well- some people might hit on you-"

"They should. I need a date, to be honest."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yeah. I need to make Franky jealous."

"Oh. Oh. Y-you have a crush on him?" You try not to stutter. You already knew that you had a stupid crush anyway.

"Kind of? Bon Clay says I need to date more so here I am."

"What do you-" Before you finish, there was a crash and you turn around to see a drunk guy on the dance floor. "Fucking- sorry, I need to take care of that." Robin nods at you as you walk towards the drunk. She watches as you help the drunk guy's friends drag him outside.

"You're staring." Sonia says to Robin who hums.

"I didn't know she was that strong."

"Aren't you friends with Luffy?"

"Yes. Not her." Robin points out and Sonia nods.

"Y/N is- she's an introvert." Robin nods in agreement. "One of the reasons why she doesn't have a crew." Robin turns to Sonia.

"Not even Kuja?" Sonia shakes her head. "I thought she was."

"She's the only non-Kuja member that's allowed to work here."

"Why?"

"She saved Elder Nyon. Like three times, honestly, and the owner offered her this job." Robin hums as she takes a sip of her drink.

"She's the same as Luffy then? Always saving the weak?" You stop at her question and sigh. Ah. So that's why she approached you. Because you're the sister of Luffy. That's probably why she accepted teaching you too.

'I shouldn't bother her anymore.' You thought to yourself as you approach Hancock and Angel. Angel raises an eyebrow at you.

"Your crush is at the bar?" Angel says and you shrug.

"She's straight."

"And I thought Hancock was too but she went out with me."

"Don't assume people's sexualities, Y/N." Hancock agrees with her girlfriend and you smile sadly at them.

"She just said that she has a crush on Franky. Oh. And she only agreed to teach me because of Luffy."

"Shit. She really said so?" You nod and Angel pats your back.

"You'll find someone else. Another Omega who'll take one look at you and claim you." You raise an eyebrow at Hancock then at Angel.

"Like you did with Angel?" Hancock blushes then slaps your arm. "Ow. That hurts, Boa."

"Shut up." You laugh at her blushing face and Robin looks at you.

Oh. She has never seen you smile before.

Robin stares at you before her attention was taken by Nami waving her hand in front of her face.

"You okay?" Robin nods at her. "We're going. Zoro is drunk and Luffy has eaten his fill. These two should be grateful that they have their sports. Seriously."

"Oh. Okay."

"Have you seen Y/N? I have to give her something."

"She's right there." Robin points out where you last were but you were nowhere to be found. "Uh."

"Luffy giving you trouble, Nami? I can carry him?"

"Zoro might need it more."

"Ugh. Zoro stinks."

"He's a customer?"

"So? He still stinks of alcohol."

"Damn. You ruthless. Here." Nami holds out a pamphlet and you raise an eyebrow at her as you take it.

"Tashigi wanted to invite you to the kendo club but she didn't see you earlier so she gave me that when she knew that I was going here."

"Oh. Huh. I never used a sword in my life though?"

"She can teach you?"

"No, Thank you. Sports are not for me. I'd rather read."

"How are you failing two subjects?"

"History and I never agreed with each other. Just ask Luffy. Latin is just- hard."

"Why did you take it then?"

"Because learning a new language is awesome... In theory. It's so hard." You whine and Nami laughs at you. You both stop when Zoro comes over the bar and orders more sake from Sonia. You and Nami look at each other and she points at him.

"No. Not yet, one-"

"Do your job." You groan at her then approach Zoro.

"Zoro, bro. You're cut off. Let's get you home."

"Bro. I will literally carry you. Stop drinking." Zoro takes one look at your serious face and groans.

"Fine. I'll stop. You should probably carry him, though." He points to Luffy who was so full that he's sleeping on the table.

"I will. Gather everyone up at front. I'll be there in a second." Nami gives you a thumbs then she, Robin and Zoro walk outside the bar. You see the other Strawhats follow suit and hum as you carry Luffy through your shoulder.

"He's not dead, is he?" Hancock asks and you smile at her.

"Certainly feels like it." You grunt as Luffy mumbles something in his sleep then continue walking outside.

"I didn't know Luffy drunk this hard???" Mari asks you as you carry him outside.

"He didn't drink." You say as a matter of fact.

"What???" Mari asks again, just as confused.

"He ate." You grin at her then brings him to his crew.

"Makes sense now." Mari mumbles to herself.

"Heya, Strawhats." You say and everyone turns to you. All of them stifling a laugh as they see you carrying Luffy like a sack. "So, who's-"

"Chopper. He didn't drink anything at all." You hum.

"He's the designated driver?"

"He and Franky somehow always lose rock, paper, scissors." You snicker just as the van stops in front of you.

"Heya, Y/N!" Chopper greets you and you grin at him.

"Heya, Chopper! Wait, where do I place-"

"On the back, Zoro will sit with him." Nami says and you nod as you carry Luffy to the back of the van.

"Thanks, Y/N." Zoro bumps his fist lightly on your shoulder and you nod at him.

"Be careful driving, Chopper!" You wave them goodbye after making sure that they're all accounted for. You sigh in relief as they drive away and just as about you were about to enter the club, you groan. "The jacket. Damn it! That was- wait, whose jacket was that??"

Meanwhile...

Robin plops down on her and sighs in relief as she takes off her high heels.

Clubbing was not her forte. At all. She shrugs off the jacket that you gave her then she smiles. Your scent was still clearly on it. She sniffs the collar of the jacket and smiles.

'It smells like sandalwood.' She noted in her head. 'Cooling and relaxing.' She places the jacket on the side of her bed then she gets ready to sleep.

As Robin lays down on her bed, she pulls the jacket closer and your scent envelops her. She sleeps that night, body completely relaxed and comfortable.

"Wait, whose jacket was that, Hancock??? Did you give somebod-"

"It was yours, idiot. I knew you forgot about it." You tilt your head at her.

"Mine???? Why do you have my-"

"Because you gave it to Ran when some customers tried to harass her after her shift. You beat them up a week ago, remember?"

"Oh. Oh! That time!" Hancock groans at you.

"You idiot really is Luffy's sister." She mumbles as she gets back into her office.

A/N:

ROBIN FIC!!

God, it took me months just to get this out, sorry about that.

Also, might be irregular posting.

Thanks for reading!

#one piece x reader #one piece #nico robin x you #nico robin x y/n #nico robin x reader #nico robin imagine #nico robin #omegaverse fanfic #omegaverse fic #omegaverse

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𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑼𝑻

pairing: dieter bravo x stunt coordinator f!reader x frankie morales

genre: romance, smut, minors dni

word count: 4.6k (this kinda got out of hand whoops)

summary: dieter needs helicopter lessons for an upcoming role and santiago finds you the perfect man for the job.

warnings: established relationship between dieter and reader, threesome, a very messy blowjob, edging, teasing, mlm dynamics, vaginal/anal fingering, piv, creampie, single dad!frankie, competency kink

a/n: A birthday gift to the most amazing @jazzelsaur 💖 I love and appreciate you so so much. I'm glad tumblr brought us together, thank you so much for always being such a light and so supportive 💜💜💜

You and Dieter make your way through set, the sun shining down on your skin as you navigate the crowded fake streets. The set is alive with activity, the air thick with the sounds of chatter and whirring machinery.

As you walk, you take in the sights around you, the hustle and bustle of the extras and crew members going about their work. A group of extras huddled together, deep in conversation, their faces etched with concentration while discussing their lines.

Meanwhile, a camera crew scurries past, their equipment whirring and beeping as they move. The director is shouting instructions and the actors are preparing for the next take. Props litter the streets, adding to the illusion of a bustling city. The attention to detail is impressive, and it's clear that the production team has put a lot of effort into creating a believable and authentic world.

Everyone is working together to bring the story to life, and you thrive on the chaos, feeling at peace and at home. What seems like a disorganized mess is actually in order, everything is as it should be.

You’re startled from your thoughts when Dieter’s hand finds yours, slowing you down so your steps would fall into synch. Warmth spreads from your tailbone. You still aren’t used to the PDA even though it’s been a year since you two had started to date. It wasn’t easy at the time, you being the stunt coordinator and Dieter being an actor, it was difficult but in the end, there was little you could do when you kept on pining him to the ground while trying to teach him how to do it.

He squeezes your hand tight, lips brushing your ear. “So who were we meeting again?”

“The helicopter instructor, I think his name is…Frankie something? I talked to him once on the phone but he has great references,”

“And what references might those be?”

The two of you stop when the prop department carrying a huge mirror walks past you. You take this opportunity to squeeze Dieter’s hand and pull his gaze back to you, it’s rare to see him so openly nervous— usually, he just bottles it all up, which makes you happy that he trusts you enough to show this side of himself.

“Santiago,” you grin when Dieter rolls his eyes. “Come on, I know you like him. Everyone likes Santi,”

“I didn’t say I hated him,” he tugs you along, the mirror finally gone. “It’s just sometimes the people he finds for you can be a bit…intense?”

“Look I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you say dismissing him with a wave of a hand. “Besides, you’re just supposed to learn how to fly it a little bit. Just so you look like you know what you’re doing in front of the control pad.”

“Yeah I guess,” he suddenly perks up, smiling from ear to ear. “And helicopters are the shit. It’ll be fun to learn how to fly one,”

“Well…you wouldn’t really be learning how to fly it more like keeping it in the air and learning what all the buttons do kinda stuff.”

“I love you but why do you always have to take away my fun?”

You ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks from the spontaneous declaration of love. He does that a lot. Just blurting stuff when you least expected it. The helicopter slowly comes into view, stationed a bit further from the main set. You see a man with a ballcap rounding the helicopter and going inside.

“If I didn’t, you would probably be dead.”

“Fair point.”

Dieter's hand tightens in yours, both of you looking up at the helicopter. It’s rather large, larger than you initially expected. There must’ve been some extra money laying around if the production managed to score such a fancy-looking vehicle.

"It's even more impressive in person," Dieter says, his eyes wide.

"I know, right?" you respond, feeling a flutter in your stomach at the thought of flying in it. "Are you ready to become a helicopter pilot?"

Dieter grins, "I'm ready to pretend to be a helicopter pilot, at least."

Peering inside, you find yourself looking into a surprisingly spacious cabin. The seats are made of smooth, black leather, and the walls are lined with various buttons and controls. You can see a large display screen at the front of the cockpit, displaying flight information and navigation data. The dim lighting gives the space a sense of intimacy and allows you to see the details of the instruments and controls.

Then your eyes move towards the man sitting at the controls, his feet kicked up on the dashboard. He jumps up when he notices you.

"Hi there," he greets you. There’s a scratchiness to his voice that makes you suspect he was sleeping before your arrival. “I’m assuming you’re the stunt coordinator Pope told me about?”

“That’s me,” you grin and take a large step inside. “Frankie, right?” Frankie squeezes your hand and nods. He turns his soft gaze to Dieter.

“And you must be the famous Mr. Bravo—”

“Dieter’s fine,” he quickly interjects, squeezing Frankie’s hand as well. You raise an eyebrow, noticing the way Dieter averts his eyes, a rosy glow peppered across his cheeks.

As Dieter takes a seat in the front, you place a hand on his stomach and stop him mid-step, a smug grin directed at him.

“And here I thought you didn’t like Santi’s friends,” you whisper with a hint of amusement. For a moment he struggles to understand what you mean, then he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

“It’s not my fault he’s hot,”

“Should I be jealous?” you tease, and he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Never,” he says moving away and taking his heat with him.

Honestly, you can’t really blame him. Frankie’s wearing a loose tee and a green flannel, probably two sizes too large. But after years of working with bodies that came in every shape and form, you can tell he has a firm one underneath. You and Dieter aren’t strangers to inviting people you enjoyed the company of into your bed, it was rare, given Dieter’s fame. But it did happen.

And it already looks like Dieter had taken quite a liking to the handsome pilot.

"So, first things first," Frankie begins when Dieter settles. "This is the altimeter, it tells us our altitude. And this is the airspeed indicator, it tells us how fast we're going. And this is the attitude indicator, it shows us the helicopter's pitch and roll."

Dieter nods, trying to take it all in. "Got it, altitude, airspeed, attitude."

"Exactly. You’re a fast learner I’m impressed," Frankie grins, patting him on the back. "Now, let's get this bird in the air."

It’s a smooth lift. You barely felt it.

Frankie begins teaching Dieter how to fly the helicopter, you listen in, taking note of the instructions and procedures. Much to your surprise, Dieter actually asks some questions, which you notice helps Frankie ease into the role of a teacher.

After a while Frankie allows Dieter to take the controls. You look outside, swallowing when you notice that the three of you are actually quite high up. Briefly, Frankie’s gaze lingers over yours. They quickly scan over your face, a subtle and barely there look. He must’ve seen your worry because he smiles. Parting his lips, he mouths slowly; don’t worry.

You’re pretty sure your heart stops then.

Dieter becomes increasingly tense. You can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his grip on the controls becomes tighter, making his knuckles turn white. Frankie notices and places his hands on top of Dieter's, guiding him through the maneuvers.

"Relax," Frankie mutters, gaze fixated ahead. Clearly oblivious to Dieter’s not-so-innocent thoughts. "You're doing great. Let her fly."

The touch is electric, and Dieter's pulse quickens, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. His face flushes a shade darker, and you hear the way his breath hitches in his throat. Frankie's touch is confident and sure, Dieter relaxes under his guidance, letting himself be led.

"You see," Frankie says. "You were made for this."

Frankie's hands are steady, and as they move over Dieter's, you can see the way Dieter's fingers loosen on the controls. He starts to breathe more easily. Frankie's touch is soothing him like it would a stray animal. Dieter’s shoulders drop and the lines of tension on his face smooth out.

“That’s it, bring us home movie star.”

You bite back a giggle hearing Dieter’s small whimper. But despite it all, he does manage to lower the helicopter without a problem. Dieter’s head falls back with a loud exhale when it’s done. “Fuuuuck— that was stressful.”

“Good job movie star,” you grin, knowing that repeating Frankie’s words would frustrate him. “You managed not to kill us, that’s a plus.”

“He did great,” Frankie nods. “We should go again.”

Dieter makes a sound and both you and Frankie turn to look at him. An understanding smile tugs at Frankie’s lips and he tilts his head towards the door. “Maybe after a ten minute break?”

Frankie is sweating due to a multitude of reasons.

He’s invited to dinner, which would mark the first reason. When Dieter offered to buy him a drink as a thank you, he didn’t think much of it. And he would never say no to a cold one after a day of teaching. But then you suggested that Frankie should come over instead and that you would cook him something instead.

He was confused. At first, he thought you two were dating. Then after noticing some lustful gazes from both sides, directed at yours truly, he thought maybe you weren’t.

However, now it seems like you two are indeed an item and living together.

The entire thing was a huge clusterfuck and he’d gotten very close to calling Pope to ask what their situation was but decided against it. He didn’t need Santiago calling him rusty.

The second reason why he was sweating is due to the fact that tonight was ridiculously hot. Screw LA. Honestly.

He’s wearing a light red button-up shirt, which he’s now realizing might’ve been a mistake. At the time wearing one of his signature worn-down T-shirts didn’t seem like a good choice.

Frankie stops and looks around. There’s a series of fancy-looking houses stringed back to back. He’s assuming one of them is Dieter’s. With a sigh, he looks down at his phone and up again. Narrowing his eyes, he heads for the house that has a series of colorful porcelain animals scattered around the garden. The text you sent him said to look for the Zebra.

And lo behold there it is.

Standing in front of the door, Frankie goes to adjust his cap but his fingertips brush against his slicked-back hair instead.

That’s right he left it at home. If this get-together isn’t what he thinks it is…this whole night is about to get a whole lot more embarrassing.

Letting out a deep exhale, he holds his breath in his lungs and pulls down the ends of his shirt. While he exhales, he finally knocks.

It’s you who opens the door. Your smile is bright, confident, and not at all what his insides are mirroring. Stepping aside, you invite him in.

“Welcome,” you say with a grin. “Hope you found it easily?”

“Yeah, it was…”

Fine, is what he was going to say before he trailed off. He lifts his head and sniffs the air.

Was that smoke?

You’re closing the door when he shoots you a puzzled look, “Is everything alright?”

The question makes your smile falter. Your eyes peer above his shoulder towards, what he assumes, the kitchen. His gaze follows yours, he sees the faint trailings of gray smoke.

“Okay full disclosure we might’ve accidentally burnt everything,” you speak in quick breaths. Frankie’s brows furrowed, he didn’t want to be the cause of any trouble. “We managed to salvage the salad but that’s pretty much it—sorry,”

You look genuinely troubled. Frankie feels that he should place a hand on your shoulder, and he does. You’re quick to relax into his touch and he smiles. “It’s alright. I’m somewhat of a decent cook, I’m sure we can put together something,”

As Frankie enters the kitchen, he's met with the sight of Dieter cursing and throwing burnt pans into the sink. The smell of smoke fills the air. He's seen his fair share of kitchen disasters, he's not one to shy away from a little bit of chaos. You clear your throat, drawing Dieter’s attention away from the mess.

The actor stills for a moment. His eyes flit between you, Frankie, and lastly the sink full of charcoal dark pans. He swallows, hard. “Welcome?” he croaks, unsure. “Sorry about the…mess. We tried our best I promise,”

“I believe you,” Frankie smiles, stepping inside. You follow. “You two shouldn’t have gotten into so much trouble for me. I would’ve been just as happy with sharing a drink,”

He doesn’t miss the way you two exchange a brief glance. You scratch the back of your head, the tip of your shoe hitting the floor. “We thought cooking would be more meaningful as thanks—Well, I did at least.”

“You guys got pasta?” Frankie asks, eyes falling to the pans. “What were you guys trying to cook anyway?”

Silence follows and Frankie turns to look at you both. He raises an eyebrow, coking his head to the side. Giving them a look he learned that could be quite persuasive.

“Don’t be mad,” Dieter mutters, eyes moving from Frankie to you. His gaze turns with Dieter’s, now firmly fixated on you for answers.

“I…I might or might not have called Santi to ask for your favorite meal,” you answer, averting your eyes.

Frankie’s eyes widen at that. His pulse skyrockets, deafening to his own ears. Once again forgetting he left his hat at home, he looks down to hide his smile.

He’d find himself some interesting people it seems.

You sit at the table with Dieter’s knee pressing against yours. You’re both admiring Frankie as he effortlessly moves about the kitchen. He has his sleeves folded up, revealing his strong and tanned forearms, and he’s wearing the apron Dieter had bought as a joke that reads "Kiss the Cook." The pasta water boils at the stove while he makes marinara sauce from scratch, and the aroma is tantalizing.

You watch him chop the tomatoes and garlic. He has his tongue sneaking out of his lips while he concentrates. It's a small detail but it makes him look even more charming. Dieter’s hand finds the soft flesh of your thighs, squeezing slowly. A shiver settles at the base of your spine.

You take a sip of your red wine, savoring the rich flavor, watching Frankie work. He moves with a certain grace and precision, like a master chef, his movements are fluid and natural.

“You cook a lot Frankie?” you ask, breaking the—what you had dubbed— the horny silence.

Dieter’s fingertips round the outline of your knee. A bit of wine slips from the corner of your lips.

“I wouldn’t say a lot,” Frankie muses, pouring a generous amount of olive oil into a pan. “I rarely cook for myself but I like cooking for my daughter,”

“You have a daughter?” Dieter asks, his movements stilling. Your stomach drops, did you read this whole thing wrong after all?

Frankie nods, a smile tugging at his lips. The oil heats up, he turns to you both, placing the heels of his palms against the kitchen counter behind him. “I do, that’s why I moved here. To be closer to her.”

“Divorced—” You pinch Dieter from underneath the table. “Ow!”

Dieter turns to you with a puzzled look— a look that is telling you he has no idea what he’d done wrong.

Frankie catches your gaze and smiles. You feel a flutter in your stomach. “It’s okay really. I’m used to it by now,” his gaze shifts back to Dieter. “Yeah, I’m divorced. But there isn’t really an interesting story to go along with it, we just…sorta drifted apart,”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you reply with the urge to touch him somehow. Instead, you curl your fingers around Dieter’s hand which still lingers on your knee.

Frankie shakes his head and turns back to the sauce, adding the herbs and spices with a practiced hand. There's nothing sexier than a man who can cook— which probably isn’t an appropriate thought to have.

“What about you two?” Frankie suddenly asks, reeling you back to reality.“You two are…dating, right?”

You realize that you and Dieter probably had confused the hell out of this man. You part your lips to speak but surprisingly Dieter beats you to it.

“We are,” he states, twirling his wine glass. “But we’re always looking for some kind of trouble to get in,”

Your skin erupts in goosebumps at Dieter’s tone. It’s low, a soft gravel hidden behind it. You know that tone well, a tone that had made you come multiple times in a mere half an hour. You shudder.

Frankie’s ears perk up, shoulders rising and falling. You can’t see it, but you’re almost positive that he’s smiling. “Is that what I am?” he purrs, his voice also dropping. “Trouble?”

Dieter smirks into the rim of his wine glass, “Only if you want to be.”

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch. It’s a combination of talking about your jobs, your pasts, and the occasional flirty remarks. You enjoy watching Frankie speak.

The initial stress that was locked in his muscles had dissipated with each forkful of pasta disappearing between his lips. The three of you continue to sit even when the pasta is completely gone, not even a lick of sauce staining the plates.

Neither of you wants to disturb the moment. You find yourself scooching closer to Frankie. Dieter does the same. And when Frankie places a tender hand on Dieter’s waist, you put your hand on his thigh, squeezing it.

You faintly hear Dieter murmuring something about heading to the bedroom, which Frankie doesn’t seem to have any objections to. Standing, you’re quick to realize that the wine had given you a familiar warm buzz. Before you take a step, Frankie’s arm sneaks around your waist. Solid and warm. You both follow Dieter to the bedroom.

You and Dieter fall to bed with a fit of giggles, his lips trailing over your jaw. The journey ends ar your lips. The tip of his tongue slips out and licks the seam, sloppy hands moving over your body, squeezing and kneading the flesh. With a sudden jolt of pleasure, you moan into his mouth, rolling your hips into the air.

Dieter dips to your neck, nipping the soft skin. Your head falls back and eyes open, your gaze meeting Frankie’s. He’s standing awkwardly at the edge of the bed, his hands balled into weak-looking fists. Your eyebrows knit together, your eyes drop to his front.

Your mouth turns up in a subtle smile when you notice the thick outline of his cock.

You pull at Dieter’s hair and gesture toward Frankie with the tip of your head. Dieter’s grin is devilish, brown eyes eating the other man alive.

“Didn’t peg you to be shy,” he teases, pushing himself away from you. “But I guess we haven’t been the most hospital either.”

You follow Dieter’s lead and get up with him, both of you taking quick steps toward Frankie. Dieter kneels down and starts to unbutton the pilot's pants while you curl your fingers around his neck and knead away the rigidness of his muscles.

Frankie’s lips part with a soft gasp, hips thrusting forward. You shudder at the feeling of his hands finding your hips, pulling you closer, he presses his lips into yours. His tongue follows the same path as Dieter’s, licking the seam and slipping his tongue between your lips.

But the rest is very unlike Dieter. He swallows the sounds that threaten to spill, licking into your mouth eagerly. The roughness of his mouth is unexpected but not unpleasant, you find your body quivering as the ache between your legs grows.

It doesn’t last long, however. Frankie breaks the kiss with a sound between a groan and a hiss. His nails bite into your skin, body shaking. Looking down, you see that Dieter has his lips wrapped around the fat head of Frankie’s cock. Fingers curling around the base, Dieter starts to stroke him while he pushes himself forward and swallows him halfway.

You drop to your knees, feeling the heat coming off Dieter in waves. His eyes are closed, his lips parted and glistening as he rhythmically strokes and sucks on Frankie's cock. You can't help but be mesmerized by the sight, and you can feel the ache between your legs become unbearable.

Frankie's moans fill the air, echoing off the walls as he throws his head back, his hips thrusting forward in time with the motions of Dieter's lips. Frankie’s fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer. You can see his muscles go taut with every thrust.

Dieter’s lips part even more around Frankie, and you can feel the vibrations of his moans on your fingertips, brushing them over his spine. Dieter jerks at your touch, another moan ripping from his throat. His eyes find yours and he parts from Frankie’s cock, a string of saliva follows. He slides his lips down the lenght of him, allowing you to drag your tongue across the other side.

Frankie quivers and shakes. His fingers dig into your scalp and his cock swells and twitches. His eyes roll back in his head as Dieter expertly takes control. His tongue swirls around the sensitive head, and you feel the vibrations of his moans against your lips as he presses them harder against him.

You slide your hands up Frankie’s chest, the warmth and sweat of his skin gathering at your fingertips. Dieter slides further down his shaft and you dip your tongue into the slit, twirling it and swallowing him down.

Frankie makes the mistake of looking down—Seeing you both licking at him eagerly makes something twists in his stomach. The skin there grows taut, thighs clenching as his orgasm shatters through him. He struggles to remain upright.

Before you know it your lips are replaced with Dieter’s.

Dieter slides his hands around Frankie's back, pushing him forward as he takes him in deeper. Frankie's moans become louder, and his body trembles. His hips thrust forward as comes, and Dieter wraps his arms around him in a tight embrace as he releases the warm liquid over both of your lips.

Frankie collapses against Dieter, panting and chest heaving. You slide your hands to his back, rubbing soothing circles as Dieter kisses his way up his stomach.

Frankie's breathing gradually returns to normal. You take this opportunity to reach out and touch Dieter's face, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingertips. He leans into your touch.

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft, wet, and inviting. His tongue eagerly meets yours as you both explore each other's mouths, the taste of Frankie joining.

“Wow,” Frankie says first, his chest stuttering. “That was…wow,”

Dieter grins into your lips and your eyes move back up to meet Frankie’s. He’s stroking his cock, palm swiping at the head. You see a hint of something dark and hungry crossing his face.

Your heart skips a beat, suddenly you’re very aware of how wet and sticky your thighs feel.

“I want to see you two together,” he groans, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Want you guys to play and tease without letting the other come.”

Dieter blinks in surprise. He finally parts away from you and allows his eyes to move over to Frankie. You notice the way his gaze becomes glazed over, breath catching in his throat upon seeing Frankie’s expression.

“Yeah okay,” he swallows. “We can do that—” he playfully pinches your side. “Can’t we sweetheart?”

You smile, fingers finding the curve of his knee, you squeeze. “We most certainly can.”

Frankie sits at the end of the bed. Meanwhile, you and Dieter become a mixed tangle of limbs. You feel the slip of his fingers into your heat, curling his fingers. You burn from the inside out.

His other hand finds your hip, fingers digging in as he moves inside you. You gasp, eyes shifting to Frankie who is standing at the end of the bed, watching you.

Frankie’s breathing heavily as he strokes himself in time with Dieter’s movements. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and Dieter must be able to tell because he starts to pick up the pace, pushing you even closer. Dieter grins and you moan, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure washes over you.

Frankie’s voice breaks through the haze of pleasure. “Don’t come yet,” he commands, voice low. “Let me see you both together.”

Dieter groans, his fingers tightening on your hips. His breath is coming in short, ragged gasps and you can feel his body trembling with need. You both reach for each other, Dieter’s fingers finding your clit and you moan as he teases it, drawing quick, short circles.

When he draws back his fingers, you cry out, hips jerking toward him with the need to be stretched and filled.

You’re about to protest but the words quickly die on your tongue. Dieter drags his cock between your folds, gathering as much as slick he can before slipping inside. The sigh you let out is full of bliss. Your eyes flutter, the sight of Frankie now blurred around the edges.

Your orgasm nears with each thrust. Your body alive with lust, pulses of heat radiating from your core. Your moans get louder, and your back arches, pushing your hips towards Dieter’s. He grunts, and you can feel his muscles tense as he drives deeper and deeper in you.

Your hands reach out to Frankie, seeking his touch. He takes them in his, and begins to stroke your skin. His touch is gentle, crackling electricity against your already burning skin. His hands move slowly, tracing every inch his fingertips can reach.

Your vision is blurred, and the room seems to spin. Dieter’s thrusts become more urgent. His breathing is ragged. You’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm, so close yet so far.

Frankie moves behind Dieter, his hands finding Dieter’s hips as he kneels behind him. Dieter’s movements slow, another moan rippling through his chest. Frankie circles the tight muscle with wet fingers. He slips two inside, taking Dieter’s breath away.

“Already so wet,” Frankie coos, lips touching his ear. “Were you already expecting this?”

Dieter groans, pushing back into Frankie as he thrusts into you. You gasp, pleasure coursing through your veins and all you can do is hold on tight as you both move together.

Dieter lets out a deep moan, the slam of his hips erratic. His body goes rigid, cock twitching uncontrollably with your cunt clenching around him over and over.

Frankie’s voice is hoarse, his words barely audible. “Come now,” he whispers and Dieter follows his command, his body shuddering as he comes. You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cling to Dieter, Frankie’s breath comingling with yours in the room.

You push yourself up to press a kiss into Dieter’s neck, at the same time Frankie pulls out his fingers, giving the actor’s hips a reassuring squeeze.

None of you rush to clean, figuring you can do that together in the morning. Dieter pulls you to the middle, Frankie taking his place next to you and hugging you both. You feel the brush of Frankie’s lips first, then Dieter’s. Your eyelids grow heavy like lead.

“We should do this again,” Dieter murmurs, sounding equally as exhausted as you.

Frankie nods, forehead touching yours. You smile.

“We should,” he whispers. “We really should.”

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Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️

“Send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll write it from the other persons POV”

I was wondering what Anna’s POV would be like from “Come in Raven, This is Blackbird” 🥰

Hello my lovely! So at first I wasn’t sure how to do this but after thinking about it for awhile, I decided to write this as a memory for Anna Raven. I made her around preteen age here, I hope you like it!

Memory from Come in Raven, This is Blackbird: Anna POV

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Word Count: 795

A/N: Tiny surprise at the end 😉

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

The silver picture frame felt cool against your fingers. Along the top of your dresser, you had a handful of picture frames. The photos inside ranged from when you were a baby all the way up until your first dance with your friends last year.

The one in your hand was from when you were a toddler, on vacation with your parents, your Uncle Frank and Auntie Maria, and their two kids, Junior and Lisa.

Every summer from when you were small, you would go upstate to a cabin in the woods for an extra-long weekend and for your annual “hunting” trip. You had a vague memory of your first time in the woods, holding your tiny water pistol and Uncle Frank trying to teach you how to work the walkie talkie.

In order to hold the radio, you had to put your water gun down. It was big so you had to hold it with both hands; it made it difficult to push the button so you could talk into it.

Hiding behind a massive tree, Uncle Frank showed you how to talk into the radio.

“Where’s the button, Little Raven?” He had asked you. Now, even though you were almost a teenager, he still called you “Little Raven.” Everyone did.

Uncle Frank’s voice was always low and husky sounding when he talked to you, as if he was trying not to scare you by the loud booming voice he normally had.

“That’s it. You push that button and you can talk to Daddy, yeah? And if he calls us first, we say ‘Go for Blackbird.’” He said with a slight smile. “But we have to be really quiet because Mommy is looking for us and she’s not on our team.” Uncle Frank put his finger up to his lips to make the “shhhhh” sound and you copied him, using the antenna on the radio instead of your finger.

“Ok, Uncle Frankie…shhhhh!” You had said. “Not let Mommy find us.”

You remembered hearing the wind blow the dry leaves across the forest floor and it scared you a little. You didn’t know if it was Mom, Junior or Lisa.

Looking up at the trees, they were so big compared to you and warm rays from the sun touched your cheeks. They didn’t look THAT big to you anymore but they still loomed large above you. And you didn’t have to hold the walkie talkie with two hands anymore.

That first trip was a lot of fun. You do remember that, shouting into the radio, giving away Dad’s position, and Uncle Frank trying to correct you on what you were SUPPOSED to say when you answered.

You were just really excited to hear Dad’s voice over the radio.

“This is Blackbird, this is Blackbird…come in Raven.” You heard Dad say.

When you heard Dad’s voice, you couldn’t contain your excitement so you just blurted out, “Hi, Daddy!!!”

Uncle Frank covered his eyes with his palm. “Sweetheart, what did we practice?!” He said as he picked you up and placed you on his hip.

You smiled when you heard Mom’s voice on the radio; she told Uncle Frank she shot Dad right between the eyes. You couldn’t remember the entire conversation over the radio but Uncle Frank told you to say hi to Mom and she taught you to say “over and out.”

The picture was from your very first trip to that cabin. You were wearing a camouflage outfit that Auntie Maria had made for you at your Uncle Frank’s request, according to your Dad. Mom hadn’t seen the outfit yet so she burst out laughing when she saw you.

Through her laughter, she had said, “Really Frank? A Rambo headband?!”

You had the headband on in the photo. It really was a fun trip as was every visit to the cabin since then.

“Whatcha doin’ Little Raven?”

It was Mom.

“Just lookin’ at the picture from the cabin.” You replied.

Mom moved closer so she could see the photo and she smiled.

“Ah, that was your first trip. You remember that?” She asked.

It was a little nauseating but your parents are just as in love with each other now as they were back then, possibly even more. They looked so happy in that picture and they still do when they look at each other. Sometimes, it was a little embarrassing.

“I remember some of it.” You replied.

Mom put her hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“You all packed and ready to head up there?” She asked.

You nodded.

“Big Raven and Auntie are meeting us up there so let’s go find Dad and your brother.” Said Mom.

You nodded and smiled. “Ok, Mom.”

You were more than ready for another adventure.

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