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â romance in the red line | [chapter vi]
â various!one piece x fem!reader [come on baby, hold that pose!]
what sex position do one piece men love? let's find out!
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â summary. what position do one piece men love the most? let's find out!
â pairings. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, law x fem!reader
â contents. !smut! fem!reader, marathon sex (luffy), hair pulling, spanking, light degradation (zoro), breeding kink, light cockwarming (sanji), breast play (ace), manhandling, overstimulation (sabo), light choking, cum eating, manhandling (kid), cockwarming (killer), light choking, light degradation, incredibly light medical kink (law)
â a/n. holy hell this has been rotting in my drafts for months now, sorry for any grammatical errors! i've had everyone but law finished so i thought i might as well try and get it out sooner rather than letting it simmer for much longer (^ Ï ^)
MONKEY D. LUFFY loves three things in this world. family, meat, and grabbing your tits while he fucks you prone bone. he's also partial to doggystyle, since it lets him do the exact same thing to your ass! but there's something about squeezing your boobs that gets the (few) neurons in luffy's brain really firing. he's not one for dirty talk, except for the occasional, âyou feel so good!â and, âjust one more, i swear!â the rest of the time, luffy is whining and whimpering about how good it feels inside you. but despite how shaky he sounds, his performance is anything but. you'll have bruises just about everywhere from how hard he thrusts and squeezes your body.
âi promise, just one more!â luffy whines, his toned chest pressing tight against your back. the two of you had been fucking for the last two hours, and luffy promised that this time would be the last. you could feel his warm cum seeping from your cunt and dripping down onto your legs. you highly doubt this will be luffy's last orgasm, but you were so fucked-out that you couldn't think clearly.
âpromise?â you mumble, biting down on the messy sheets as the tip of his cock strikes your g-spot for the nth time. another orgasm and your brain might start melting out through your cunt.
âm-maybe just one more,â he whimpers, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, all while keeping his unrelenting pace inside you. yeah, you were gonna be here for a while.
RORONOA ZORO is a simple man. he sees your ass, he slaps it! so, what better position to fuck you in than doggystyle? his fixation on your cheeks is worse than luffy's fixation on meat... he'll slap, squeeze, and sometimes even bite the tender flesh when you fuck. zoro loves the way it ripples when he thrusts in-and-out of you, loves the way it jiggles when he smacks it hard. it also gives him great access to pull your hair while he fucks you, setting up a rhythm as he pounds your ass. zoro also has a habit of telling you to, âput your whole ass in it,â whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. but no matter how hard you try to please the man, zoro's still gonna smack that ass 'til he can see his handprints!
âc'mon babe, i wanna see a little more work from you,â zoro chuckles, slowing down his thrusts. he could hear the pout you just made, moving his hand to gently caress your ass. and then his hand came up, rising quickly only to fall back down as it collided with your ass, sending jolts through your bodyâand down to your cunt.
âzoro!â you yelp. you twist your head to look back at him, but a sudden yank of your hair forced you to look forward as you let out a sharp moan. you can feel his dick slap against your ass, but he all too quickly forces the entire length back inside your poor empty pussy.
âno ifs, ands, or buts. you expect me to do all the fuckin' work here?â he pulls your head back, âstart moving, sweetheart. you wanna cum tonight? then show me you really want it.â
VINSMOKE SANJI treats sex like he treats his cooking. with tenderness, care, and with lots of love. the kind of guy who lights candles, scatters rose petals, and buys you a 10,000 beri lingerie set to wear. in summary, sanji is a man who values the missionary position. it lets him see you in all your beauty, giving him access to kiss you from head to toe, suck on your tits, and though he'll never say it out loud, it helps fulfill the breeding kink he has (in a strange way.) a small part of his brain imagines you getting pregnant this time, getting to fuck you while your belly is swollen, god, sanji might bust before he even puts it in if these thoughts keep up.
PORTGAS D. ACE is a lazy man. hell, he falls asleep in the middle of eating, can you imagine what he's like during sex!? in the end, cowgirl is the safest position for both of you. at least, that's what ace tells you. in truth, he likes seeing your tits bounce while you ride him! not only that, he gets to keep his hands on your ass the whole time? it's like a dream come true. he likes for you to start out riding him, but near the end (aka, when you lose the strength to bounce on that dick) he'll take control and start moving your body himself. you can always tell when he's about to cum because his hips start stuttering up into yours.
âshit, keep goin' just like that, babe!â ace yelps as you bounce and grind on his dick. he reaches upwards, gently grabbing and squeezing your tits. the electric jolts you feel in your nipples travel downwards to your clit as you grind down on his length.
âyou like that, baby?â you giggle at the pet name as you place your hands over his own, enjoying the warm aura they gave off.
âd-don't expect me to last much longer,â he groans, letting his hands trail downwards to push your hips closer to his. if this kept up for much longer, ace was going to explode in more ways than one.
SABO likes to live dangerously, but his favorite position with you is the lotus position. of course, he'll usually liven things up with some handcuffs and a blindfold. sometimes it's on you, sometimes it's on him! he likes the closeness of it allâthe way he can both lip-lock and leg-lock you with hardly any effort, or the way he can run his gloved hands across your entire body, feeling you shiver as the leather brushes against your skin. just like his brother, though, he'll let you take the lead. but he's more prone to increasing the speed, thrusting up and grinding against your own movements. sabo is also the type to push you down after a while and just start railing you on the bed. weird guy!
âno running!â sabos laughs, squeezing your thighs to prevent your escape. but if your shaking, overstimulated body was anything to go by, you weren't leaving any time soon.
âi can't sabo,â you choke out, feeling him twitch inside you with each unrelenting thrust. sabo insisted you use this time to 'bond' after being separated for so long, and a small part of you was beginning to regret agreeing to it.
âi think you can,â he chuckles, pushing himself upwards, deeper into your cunt. âdragon won't be back til' tomorrow, so i think we can get another three rounds in, 'kay?â
EUSTASS KID loves manhandling you far more than he enjoys handling his men. his favorite position (besides deepthroating, if that counts) is full nelson. he loves the control he has in the situation, almost more than he loves the way you clench down on his cock when he squeezes you just a littler tighter. kid is an absolute maniac when he has you vulnerable like this. his thrusts turn sloppy real quick, and he squeezes you so tight when he finally cums. he usually pulls out right before he's about to, just so he can paint your chest white. sometimes (if kid is lucky) it'll spurt high enough to get your face! you do not feel very lucky when it happens.
âyou wanna tap out, sweetheart?â kid mocks, giving you a tight squeeze. if it weren't for the way his huge dick was bullying your insides, you might have replied. instead, all you could give was a weak groan.
âc'mon, at least look up.â you felt his fingers grab your chin, bringing your head up to look straight forward. the mirror let you see your fucked-out body, which was speared directly onto kid's cock. your combined fluids drip out from your cunt and down onto kid's dick, creating a rather sticky mess.
âlook at all that,â kid coos, scooping up your mixed juices up with two fingers. a bit drips off his digits, running back down his muscular leg and spilling on yours. you watch breathlessly as he brings his âopen wide and get a taste, baby.â
KILLER is much kinder than his captain is, and only half as kinky! but his favorite position happens to be spooning, mostly because he likes to have sex early in the morning and right before you both doze off to sleep. unfortunately, taking care of his red-headed captain during the day is a full-time job. but not to worry! killer more than makes it up to you when you guys have sex. he'll hold you close during the act, his heavy balls pressed against your ass as you take in his whole length. but he's not one for a whole lot of movementâyou'll have to beg for thatâespecially if he's still feeling groggy from waking up. so enjoy the cockwarming!
âwe have to get up now, kil,â you half mumble, half moan out. despite having had sex with killer numerous times, taking his cock always left you feeling so full. but if his grumble was anything to go by, you guys weren't moving any time soon.
âkid'll be fine,â he yawned, grinding against your ass. you could feel his cock twitching inside you, and didn't even bother to suppress the breathy moan that left your lips.
you turn aroundâwith great difficulty, on account of his chest being completely flushed to your backâto face him, peppering kisses up his thick neck as he grunts, âit'll be all day with him, so i think we can afford to spend some, 'alone time' together, yeah?â
TRAFALGAR LAW has quite the busy schedule as both a captain and doctor of his ship. as such, finding time to fuck your cunt can be hard! so when you do have time for sex, it's usually just a quickie in law's office, the medical bay, or a closet. because of this, law prefers to fuck you while standing, or if you get whiny about it, he'll bend you over. to ensure no one finds you, he'll stick two fingers in your mouth to hide your inevitable moans! he's pretty rough during the whole process, but he prides himself on the loving aftercare he provides once you finish.
âhold still,â law hisses, pressing your chest onto the cold metal of the examination table. his gloved hand gingerly wraps around your throat as a wanton moan threatens to escape you.
âdon't you dare make a sound,â his hand tightens slightly, âcan't even handle half my cock in your cunt without letting the whole submarine know.â you can't help but squeeze around his length as his breath reaches the shell of your ear.
every noise outside the room caused you to clench around his cock as his hand alternated from squeezing to stroking depending on your volume level. it's tempting, though, to see what law'll do if you dare to raise your voice.
đà§ one piece x reader: random things that make them fall for you
ft. luffy, zoro, sanji, robin, ace, law
đąÖŽà»â luffy
having a loud/obnoxious laugh. most jokes inevitably go over luffy's head, and he'll just look confused. what really knocks him out, though, is the incredibly offbeat laugh you let out; the joke itself doesn't have to be all that witty, but the way it has you cackling makes it the most hysterical thing in the world.
not being picky. of course, this mainly goes for food. but it also means being down for whatever, whenever; you never question it when luffy says to do something, you never bring down the mood. you just nod and trust him to keep you from ever being bored or unhappy.
expressive body language. you're very comfortable with your emotions; you're not scared to show them. you'll cry when your sad, be energetic when your excited, and smile when your happy. it just makes you an easy person to be around, and luffy can't help but be drawn to you for the same reasons people are drawn to him.
đąÖŽà»â zoro
resting bitch face. obviously zoro has one. but he really likes it on you, too. it'll come out whenever your too focused, or too bored, and nothing seems too exciting. that is, until zoro appears, and the brightest smile appears on your face. suddenly you look like the friendliest and most approachable person on the planet.
having a good memory. zoro gets lost often, obviously. so its nice to be around someone who at least remembers the route they took. but it's the way you remember every little detail about him, even ones he himself forgot, that really gets him going.
competitiveness. others call you stubborn. you never back down until your proven wrong, and you won't stop playing until you win. but zoro is just like you in that sense. it could be something as trivial as a game of uno, but the amount of passion you pour into it always mirrors his. it makes winning all the more satisfying when its against someone who actually cares.
đąÖŽà»â sanji
asking him for help. its not as if your incompetent, or unable to do anything by yourself, but rather you're comfortable enough in your own abilities to ask for help. and sanji knows this, too. whenever he gets a chance to go out of the way for you, he'll do it in a heartbeat (acts of service king).
being a perfectionist. you always know what you want; you always have a clear vision. but it also causes you to stress about every single detail that most wouldn't notice. yet sanji also appreciates the finer things in life, and will do everything in his power to meet your expectations. your high standards also make him feel like someone who's worth being around; if he can make you satisfied, he could really make anyone satisfied.
saying his name in conversations. the two of you could be casually talking on the deck, about something as boring as the weather, neither fully engaged. but the minute his name comes from your lips he gets all flustered. it astounds him every time, too, that just the way you say his name could really kill him.
đąÖŽà»â robin
braiding her hair. you could just be leaning on her shoulder, playing with her hair while her attention was occupied by something else, and make it seem like she was the most fascinating thing there. just your presence alone was enough; she never felt the need to put on a performance or humor you to receive tenderness.
interest in her interests. robin knows her part on the crew is vital, yet none of the other strawhats seem too keen on her passion for history. except for you, that is. archaeology isn't just a hobby of hers, it was the only constant in a decade full of turmoil and isolation. your attentiveness makes her feel like she's sharing a piece of her soul with you, a reminder that she's not only needed but also wanted.
committing to a bit. i think robin's sense of humor is somewhat under appreciated. she could be gaslighting luffy and chopper of something completely false, and you'd immediately get it and play along. if they ever mentioned it to someone else, the two of you would go out of the way to convince them of it too.
đąÖŽà»â ace
watching you do something you love. ace is weird in that he could see someone he loves doing something as natural as a hobby of theirs, and fall in love all over again. he's awe struck by every small thing about you; anything you do can really knock him out. he could watch you just exist and be content for the rest of his life.
adding "my" in front of every nickname. he swears it kills him. you'll never just call him "handsome" or "baby," its always "my handsome boy" or "my baby" with you. he just loves that he's someone's one and only, no matter how corny others may find it.
oversharing. not only does ace love everything about you, he wants to know everything about you, too. he practically wants to become you, just too see exactly how your mind works. and being able to talk to him about anything just goes to show how much you trust him, and how safe he makes you feel.
đąÖŽà»â law
comfortable silence. law's life is full of chaos, from his crew, to his plans, and to the emotional turbulence inside his mind. but your presence has the ability to silence the rest of the world; it reminds him of his time with corazon. the two of you just mind your own business usually, but it's better than being on your own.
having niche or weird hobbies. law's never been super talkative or anything, but he loves listening whenever you talk about something you love. especially if it's something others would find strange, like lock-picking or bookbinding. it makes him feel less weird about coin collecting.
being the only one too laugh at his joke. law usually gets drowned out by others in a large group setting, but it's not as if he really minds. yet still, he can't help but feel a sort of intimate connection when you laugh at something he muttered that no one else even heard. it's just reassuring to know someone's always listening.
short answer, no. long answer, i would love to have a schedule đ
ideally i'd have a chapter out once a month, but once summer rolls around i hope i can maybe get multiple chapters out in a single month. but things can come up and throw a wrench into my plans which sucks but eh that's life
tldr i suck at posting i should be better but no promises!
â notes. oofta this was a long one! i changed law, eustass, ace, and sabo (along with some other characters who haven't been mentioned) to sophomores instead of juniors b/c i was like, "it makes more sense to me for law to be ta-ing a class he took last year, right?" also while a two year age gap isn't abhorrent, i think changing it now will save me the trouble of regretting it 100 chapters later when characters are no longer on campus for like two years straight lol
The familiar, ear-grating sound of your phone alarm jolted your senses awake as you bashed your head into the comfort of your pillow. The illuminant screen of your phone read 8:00 AM, which felt way too fucking early to be waking up for someone who went to bed around 1:00 AM.Â
With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself out of bed and stumbled towards your closet, using your phoneâs flashlight to pull out the first tank top and jeans you saw.Â
âWell, all I need now is a messy bun and smutty YA novel to get noticed by the sexy boy band whose concert Iâm attending this evening,â you snarked, shoving your foot through the denim hole of your jeans.Â
You snickered at your jokeâno one else was here to laugh at it, after all. All that was left to do was to brush your teeth and throw on some shoes. And maybe steal some of Namiâs skincare, if you were feeling bold.
Toothbrush in hand, you strutted out of the bathroom and opened the blinds, letting the blinding light burn your retinas and ensure you would need some form of corrective surgery to heal this scalding damage.
âOn second thought,â you muttered, blinking slowly as your eyes adjusted to the light, âI think Iâll be okay.â
You checked the time on your phone to ensure youâd be brushing for precisely two minutes and began cleaning your pearly whites, pacing around the dorm in your flip flops impatiently.
The room was all but silent except for the quiet buzzing of your toothbrush, which went well with the occasional snore coming from the top bunk of Nami and Viviâs bed.
Oh, shit.
âNâmi?!â you spluttered out from behind your toothbrush, climbing up the ladder and using your free hand to shake her body.Â
All you got in return was a groan as Nami turned her body away from you, curling deeper into her blankets. Her silk sleeping mask remained snug over her eyes, rendering the sun unable to awaken her from her slumber.Â
Of course, the fact that she clearly forgot to set an alarm didn't help. Why didn't she wake up to yours either? Why did you have to be the one to rouse Miss âNever-Disrupt-My-Slumber"?
"Nami,â you whispered, carefully poking her freckled arm with the tip of your finger, âit's time to wake upâŠâ
Another groan.
âPlease wake up, Nami,â you begged, speaking just a hair louder. âWe've both got classes and still need to eat breakfast, and if I don't do this now, I know I'll hear about it later.â
ââm not gonna do itâŠâ Nami snored, âI donâ wanna do itâŠâ
In a fit of frustration mixed with partial desperation, you began rattling the top bunk with increasing fervor, praying that she wouldn't mistake the vibrations as a nice massage.
A sharp gasp from Nami made your heart soar with glee as the ginger soared straight out of her bed, the sleeping mask still covering her eyes.
"What the fuck, ____!â Nami hissed, yanking the silken eye cover over her head. âI swear, you better haveââ
âIt's eight oâclock, Nami.â
The two of you stared at each other for a solid ten seconds as Nami registered your words, a face of panic swiftly overtaking her momentary anger as she leaped off the bed and beelined for the bathroom.
âOh fuck! I am so fucking fucked right now!â Nami screamed from behind the bathroom door. You could hear the cacophony of bottles flying and electronics being plugged in as Nami was clearly rushing to get ready.
âYour class is at ten, right, Nam?â you called out to her as you rustled through her closet. âYou've still got a whole hour, plus some change. Want me to grab you anything to wear?â
âOrange jerseyâit's the one with the blue print on itâlightwash denim shorts, and the toffee sandals on the far left of the closet!â Nami yelled back as you searched through her expansive wardrobe to complete the noble quest you've taken upon your oh-so caring shoulders.
âGot it on the bed for you, Nam,â you said, fumbling through the closet until you found what she had asked for.
âThank you, thank you, thankâhey, have you seen my Dolce Light Blue perfumeââ
âTop shelf in the cabinet, behind the deodorant.â You flopped onto the bean bag, grabbing your phone to doomscroll while Nami finished gussying up. Several new messages caught your eye as you unlocked your phoneâthough âseveralâ was the understatement of the century.
| Straw Hat: Hi
| Straw Hat: Hi
| Straw Hat: Hi
| Straw Hat: Hi
| Straw Hat: Attachment (1) Image
| Straw Hat: Oops
| Straw Hat: Hi
| Straw Hat: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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The image Luffy had sent was an extreme close-up of his face, whichâeven if he hadn't sent the follow-up messageâyou would have immediately clocked as Luffy accidentally opening his camera and taking an extremely unflattering selfie. His final message to you included some sort of laser effect attached to it, making your phone glow and buzz obnoxiously. You didn't know who taught Luffy this power, but you were going to beat their ass later.
Scrolling through the rest of your new messages, you noticed a group chat had been made by Vivi about an hour and a half ago.
The Straw Hats
| Vivi created a new chat: âThe Straw Hatsâ
| Vivi: Hello! I made this group chat so that we could converse with more ease!
| Vivi: I hope that the name is OK, but if anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to change it!
| Zoro named the chat: âFuck Sanjiâ
| Mr. Prince named the chat: âFuck Zoroâ
| Zoro named the chat: âFuck Sanjiâ
| Mr. Prince named the chat: âFuck Zoroâ
| Straw Hat named the chat: âBaconeggsricepancakeswafflesmeatporkbeeframeâ
| Straw Hat: Why cant i type more
| Usopp: You hit the word count Luffy
| Straw Hat: Stupid
| Zoro: your stupid
| Mr. Prince: It's spelled âyou're,â mosshead.
| Mr. Prince: We're on our way to breakfast, my dear ladies! âĄ
| Straw Hat: I want breakfast now
| Vivi: Nami and ____ are still sleeping in the dorm, but I will greet you all at the cafeteria when you arrive!
| Straw Hat: I want breakfast now
| Zoro: kk need 2 grab chopper otw c u soon
| Zoro: fuck u sanji
| Usopp named the chat: âUsopp Fansâ
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You sighed, massaging your scalp and temples as you processed the clusterfuck of the new group chat.
âThey're all at the cafeteria right now, Nami,â you said, tucking your phone into your pocket. âYou good to go now?â
Nami nodded halfheartedly, strapping her foot into her sandal and grabbing her nearby backpack. You could tell she was still tired, despite the surge of manic energy she had immediately after waking up.
Her job must be really demanding, you thought, shrugging your own backpack over your shoulder and walking out of the dorm with Nami.
The walk to the cafeteria was quite pleasant, mostly due to the beaming sun and light breeze you could feel on your skin. You hoped the vitamin D would help to wake Nami up, occasionally glancing over to see her soaking it inâshe looked like a plant trying to get every last bit, as opposed to those hot surfer babes tanning on the beach. With how fucked up the weather could get in Red Line, you were glad that the weather spirits were feeling kind, especially on today of all days. You were glad you didn't choose to attend Marineford Academyâthe killer abs and glutes weren't enough to convince you to do cardio outside, 24/7, in rain, snow, or sun.
You and Nami pushed open the doors to the main entrance of the building, walking up the stairs to get to the cafeteria. Your group was at the usual table, doing the usual things that they usually did.
Like flinging food.
And yelling.
Loudly.
Nami slumped down next to Vivi, immediately using the blue-haired girl's shoulder as a pillow to rest her extremely tired head. Luffy barked out what you could only assume was a âhello,â but his words were muffled by the plethora of food he was still in the middle of chewing.
You set your bag down and walked over to the line to grab your breakfast, deciding to grab a little something for Nami to gnaw on while she caught a couple extra minutes of sleep. Plucking a tangerine from a fruit basket, you walked back to the lunch table.
âLuffy said he tried to text you,â Zoro said, turning to look as you sat down beside him.
âBelieve me, I saw,â you chuckled, rolling Nami's tangerine over to Sanji to peel it.
Zoro was in his usual getupâbaggy cargos, a fairly plain T-shirt, and a pair of really beaten combat boots. With his green hair, he fit the manic pixie dream girl label way better than you ever could. Surprisingly, he wasn't carrying his flask around with him. Grand Line, unsurprisingly, didn't have clear rules against drinking in public, so seeing students walk around with alcohol of varying strengths and sizes wasn't too out of the ordinary. At least Zoro was discreet enough to keep his in a flask, rather than lug around a bottle of wine as youâd seen others do.
âNo booze today, big man?â you asked between bites. Zoro snorted, chowing down on his bowl of rice.
âHe tried to take some of my booze last night,â Sanji chimed in, sliding the perfectly peeled and sliced tangerine over to Nami with a flourish. âDrank some [reference] and spat it out like it was garbage!â
âIt was garbage.â
âSo, as payback, I dumped out his supply. An eye for an eye, as they say.â
You laughed, almost choking on your food as you did so. The two men scowled and spat at each other, arms crossed like they were bitter enemiesâwhich they were, of course.
âThere are better things to fight about, boys,â you said, taking another bite of your breakfast. âYou like swords, right, Zoro? Bond over that!â
âWhat the hell's so great about a sword?â Sanji said with a tsk. âYer feet and hands are all you needâif youâre a real man, that is.â
âAre you gonna start cooking soup in your hands, then?â You snickered, flicking a grain of Zoro's rice at Sanji.
Despite the immense red flush covering his cheeks, Sanji caught the rice between his fingers with ease. He turned his head away, mumbling something under his breath with a small pout.
Zoro grinned, leaning towards Sanji, âThe hell you say, chef? Speak up for the taââ
Sanji lurched across the table and grabbed Zoro's shirt cuff, yanking him onto the ground as the two entered a fistfight, kicking up dust around them as the chant of âfight, fight, fight!â echoed throughout the room.Â
âI wanna join too!â Luffy screeched, throwing the rest of his food down his gullet as he jumped directly into the fray, laughing as he was directly socked in the face.
âI would join, but I'm afraid of ruining my hair,â Usopp smirked, running his fingers through his heavy curls with pride.
Nami snorted for a second, then went back to drooling and snoring on Vivi's shoulder.
âYeah, same here,â you said, turning to Chopper. âShould probably head to class now, right, Chop? I'd like to avoid a bloody nose, if possible.â
Sanji's head popped out of the scuffle, âI would never letâdid you just fucking bite my leg, Luffy?!â
âThat's our cue, Chopper!â You and Chopper grabbed your bags and waved goodbye to the noncombatants, beginning your trek to the science building.
The building halls were fairly vacant, except for the quiet students studying in rooms and nooks. Your classroom was, thankfully, unused before class time, so you and Chopper could easily walk in and study for a bit without interrupting anyone.Â
âAlright, boy-genius, I did have some questions to ask you about Wednesday's lecture,â you began, opening the door to the lecture hall for Chopper. You had expected the room to be empty, which it was, for the most part. The only soul inside the cold room was Law, who was sitting at his own table surrounded by textbooks and papers. His eyes were on the two of you the moment the door opened, and if looks could kill, his would most definitely shoot you dead.
âWell,â Lawâs voice broke the awkward silence, âlooks like someone decided to be punctual for once.â
You couldnât help but sneer at his words, squaring your shoulder as you spoke, âIâll have you know Iâve never been late to a class before, Mr. Leopard Print.â
âWhatâs with the hostility? You should show more respect to your TA, you know.â
You rolled your eyes and walked to the front of the room to grab two seats. Chopper had a guilty expression on his face, like a child watching his mom and dad argue right in front of them. The thought, however short it was, made you want to puke.
Iâd feel bad for whoever that overachieving jackass gets with. You exhaled, grabbing your laptop and notebook from your backpack.
âAlright, Chop,â you turned towards him. âIâm like, only a bit confident in periodic trends. Iâve got atomic radius down, but stuff like electronegativity isââ
âElectronegativity increases from left to right,â Lawâs irritating voice called out, slightly echoing in the barren room.
Your body whipped around as you prepared to tell him exactly where he could stuff his electronegativity, but just as your mouth opened, another student walked through the door. Law flashed you a smug smirk as you seethed, clenching your hand around the back of the chair.
You slowly turned back in your chair as more students funneled into the room, signaling the soon-to-be beginning of class. Chopper quietly helped clear up any confusion you had before class actually started, leaving you feeling more preparedâand slightly angry at that leopard print-wearing bastard.
After an excruciating 50 minutes of lecture, you made sure to pack up extra quickly, even helping Chopper pack up his own stuff, much to his confusion.
âW-We still have ten minutes to get to our next classes, ____,â Chopper said, staring as you chucked his textbook into his bag.
âTen minutes to escape the gloomy bastard and his obnoxious taunts,â you hissed, making glances towards Lawâs table. He wasnât looking up at you, instead reading over some papers and jotting something down occasionally.Â
âTime to make our escape, Chop,â you whispered, quickly dashing towards the exit with him in tow.
Just as you got one foot out the door, you heard a deep voice call out, âHave a good weekend.â It could have been directed towards any of the students, hell, maybe even to the professor. But the singsong tone of his voice felt particularly taunting towards you, and you couldnât help but stomp out the rest of the way as Chopper attempted to console you.
âBiology canât be as shitty as chem was,â you prayed out loud, setting your bag down as you took a seat. Chopper wasnât here to provide company, and you didnât really know anyone else in this class, making it an extra boring experience to have to sit through. On the other hand, you didnât have a weird TA giving you extra obnoxious attention. Which was absolutely a win, no matter how small.
You were thrown out of your thoughts by a loud thump beside you, turning to see the green-haired man who had thrown his shit on the table and taken a seat.
Wait, you knew that green hair.
âWhat the hell are you doing in here, Zoro?â you asked in surprise.
Zoro sighed, kicking his feet up on the table, âExercise science majorâitâs required.â
âBut you werenât here on Wednesday.â
âI was hungover.â
The two of you stared at each other for a couple of seconds while your brain rebooted itself. You hadnât forgotten Zoroâs major, or that he needed to take biology for it. Instead, you were absolutely flabbergasted that he would be skipping such an intensive, high-strung class that demandedâsuddenly, you understood his thought process.
You sighed, pushing Zoroâs stuff to make some room for your own. âDid you at least do any of the reading you missed? Or check the slides?â
Zoro stared at you in reply, which you took to mean âI didnât know we had readings.â
With an even heavier sigh, you flipped through your notebook and pushed it over to Zoro. âI take notes on my laptop first and then transcribe them, so just start copying into your notebook, and you can copy todayâs notes during lunch later, âkay?â
Zoro frowned as he flipped through your notebook, and you could tell he wanted to toss it away and just roll with life. But, as a good, intelligent, and caring friend, you were not about to watch as Zoro failed this class out of pure laziness.
âListen, Zoro. Iâll buy you a beer if you just take these notes, alright?â
âTwo beers.â
âDeal!â You said cheerily, leaning back in your seat. You hadnât expected Zoro to fold so quickly, but given how much alcohol he drank daily, it made sense heâd request booze, of all things.
During the lecture, youâd occasionally peek at Zoro as he painstakingly scribbled in his notebook, eyes darting between your neat notes and his own messy ones. At the very least, he seemed motivated enough to be transcribing your notes, which helped raise the hope you had in his grade point average.Â
I wonder if I could find him a tutor, you thought. Chopper was an obvious candidate, but you werenât sure if he would be a great match for Zoro. You worried that Zoro could take advantage of Chopperâs naivety and get out of actually studying, but it was worth a shot. At the very least, you could at least look into it.
As the lecture came to a close, you looked over to see Zoroâs progress. Unfortunately, he still had about a page of notes left to transcribe, and he looked absolutely sick of it. Other students had begun packing up and funneling out of the room, leaving you and Zoro alone. You couldnât help but sigh and grab your phone, pulling up Chopperâs contact.
| You: hi chopchop!! are you still in the science building?
Read 11:55 AM
| Chopper: Hello! Yes, Iâm on the 3rd floor!
| You: zoroâs just finishing up w/ his notes and then weâll probably go get lunch if you want to come? ilyk our room number if you want to stop by
| Chopper reacted with a âthumbs-upâ emoji
You tucked your writing supplies back into your bag, then reached up to grab your laptop and do the same. Zoro reacted to your own packing, reaching for his own notebook to pull into his bag. You quickly slapped a hand on his, halting his movements as he stared in surprise, clearly having not expected you to, well, slap his hand.
âWeâre not leaving until you finish your notes,â you scolded. âI know youâre going to put it off until the last minute if you donât get it done now, so go back to writing.â
Zoro scowled, grumbled something under his breath, and went back to writing. You felt a buzz from your phone, looking back down at your new messages.
| Sabo: Hi ____! Itâs Sabo, Luf gave me your number! :wink:
Read 11:57 AM
| You: hi sabo!!
| You: iâll be asking you psych questions now btw lol
| Sabo: Luf wanted me to let you know that he broke his phone playing basketball.
| You reacted with an âinterrobangâ emoji
| You: ??????
| You: wtf howÂ
| You: also you two play basketball?
| Sabo: Luffyâs more into it than Ace or I, but Iâll never pass on a chance to beat Luffyâs ass in something.
| Sabo: Also, I have no idea how he broke it. I think he might have chucked a basketball into it?
| Sabo: I had my back turned, then all I heard was âoh yeah!â followed by what I can only describe as the sound of a very cheap phone breaking.
| You: lmaooo, ok iâll start collecting everyoneâs numbers to give to luffy, thanks for the heads up sabo!
| Sabo: No problem! See you in psych! :smile: :heart:
You lowered your phone as the door of the lecture hall opened, seeing Chopperâs short frame peer in, glancing between you and Zoro as you waved at him. Zoro huffed, throwing his pencil into his bag and abruptly standing up from his seat.
âI finished the damn notes, so letâs go get some grub,â Zoro grumbled, chucking his bag over his shoulder.
âUsopp, Vivi, and Sanji are already at the cafeteria!â Chopper cut in cheerily, holding his hands behind his back politely.
You joined Zoro in standing, stretching your sore legs. âAlright, letâs get a move on and meet up with them. I donât care what I eat, as long as it has caffeine in it.âÂ
âIâm not sure youâll find much food with caffeine, ____!â Chopper added. âUnless youâre only going to eat chocolate and coffee beans, your best luck would be through teas, sodas, or energy drinks.â
âIâll improvise,â you deadpanned, walking out of the hall with your two friends in tow.
By the time you arrived at the building, Vivi, Usopp, and Sanji had already reserved the group's usual table. Vivi and Sanji seemed to be bonding over whatever they were drinking, while Usopp was either doodling or writing something in his notebook. Knowing him, it was probably both.Â
Chopper took a seat on Vivi and Sanjiâs side of the table, while you and Zoro sat across from them with Usopp, much to Sanjiâs obvious disappointment.
âThe hellâs wrong with her seat here?â
âItâs next to a green-headed troll.â
You lunged for Zoro's arm, trying to stop the conflict from spiraling into a deathmatch between the two idiots. Zoro's grip on his sword slowly loosened as he sat back down with a huff, crossing his arms as he did so. Sanji, on the other hand, seemed instantly placated by Vivi's gentle touch on his shoulder.
âAh, mon saphir, your delicate hands could end wars!â he swooned, wiggling around like a worm begging to be grabbed up by a swooping bird.
You looked at Zoro, âI really don't think you should be carrying those around, Zo. It's only a matter of time until something bad happens.â
Zoro scoffed, moving his hand to cover his sword protectively. âIt's fine, I had Usopp check that big book of rules when we first got hereâthe only thing students aren't allowed to carry are cannons.â
âOnly cannons?â
âOnly cannons.â
âAnd everything else is allowed?â
âYep.â
You resist the urge to facepalm, instead choosing to bite down on your finger to stifle your frustration with the university legislation. The thought of other people carrying weapons around campusâany kind of weapon, for that matterâwas enough to have you subtly checking peopleâs waistbands from your seat. You hadnât seen anyoneâbesides Zoro, obviouslyâthat carried a weapon with them in such a visible way.Â
Maybe everyone else is just smart enough to leave the weapons inside their bags, you thought, chewing on your finger.
âZoro, can you get me some fries?â you asked, still glancing around the expansive room.
âAnd some ketchup,â Usopp chimed in, cowering slightly below the table.
Zoro grumbled, a vein twitching in his forehead as he left to get food for the three of you.
Vivi smiled, turning to look at you, âSo, you have your General Psychology class next, ____?â
âYeahâdid you know Lufâs brother was TA-ing for the class? I was kinda surprised to see him thereâŠâ You trailed off. A sociology student taking a psychology class wasnât too crazy of an idea, but you wondered about the circumstances that brought the blond to the classroom.
âIs he anything like Luffy?â Sanji asked, picking at the near-finished salad in front of him. âIf he is, then I hope he isnât too loud during your class. Thereâs this beautiful girl in my Introduction to Pastries classâshe wears her luscious pink hair in these cute, curly pigtails! Not to mention her fashion sense isââ
Sanji was stopped mid-sentence by a french fry-covered tray flying across the table, scattering fries across the surface and even into Sanjiâs salad. You and Usopp cheered uproariously, immediately digging into the mountain of fries before you.
Zoro sauntered back over to the table, sitting back down next to you and grabbing a fistful of fries to shovel into his mouth. Sanji frowned, picking a fry out of his salad and flicking it at the swordsman.Â
âPositions, Ussop, Vivi!â you yelled, rushing to separate the two men before things got bloody, or worse, loud enough for people to start staring. Unfortunately, the loud tray crashing on the table already did that job. Your fellow students were staring and whispering at the scuffle happening, but, unsurprisingly for a school that allowed unconcealed weapons to be held around campus, the majority of them were egging the two men on and placing bets under not-so-hushed breath.
âCut him into pieces!â
âKnock his lights out!â
âThat seaweed-head guy is so hot!â
Zoro whipped around, âWho the hell said that!â he barked.Â
You were currently holding onto Zoro like a koala, trying to wrap your arms around his neck to stop his potential rampage with little success. Sanji, just like when you first arrived, was nuzzling into Viviâs side while she petted his head. Off to the side, Chopper and Usopp were holding onto each other like two children watching their parents fight.Â
âListenââ you began, doing your best to finish a single sentence as Zoro whipped around wildly, trying to grab his swords despite your kicking and pulling. âIâve got to get to class, can youââ
You gave Zoroâs hair a hard yank, causing the swordsman to stumble to the floor in a heap. Several disappointed âawsâ came from the crowd, who then soon dispersed back to their respective tables, leaving your group with a sedated Sanji and a collapsed Zoro.
âAs I was saying,â you continued atop Zoroâs body, âI need to get to my next class, so Iâll see you guys later, okay?â
âGoodbye ____!â Chopper waved, approaching the table and grabbing a fry.
You crawled off of Zoroâs body, muttering apologies and grabbing your bag as you ran out of the cafeteria and off to your next class. Despite having been in the class for three days now, you had yet to form a connection with anyone in the classâbesides Sabo, of course. There were benefits to being friends with the TA, though, and you were hoping to make the most of your relationship.
Only a couple of students were in the class, reading over their textbooks and filling out the study guide that your professor was kind enough to make for you all. A familiar mop of blond hair stood out near the back tables, sitting alone with papers sprawled around him. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, a smile rising to his face as he brushed some papers out of the way, freeing up the seat next to him.
You smiled back, setting your bag down and pulling out the chair. Saboâs papers seemed to be a mix of vocabulary and study guides from different sociology courses. Despite the sheer number of them that were laid out on the table, they were seemingly well organized. Each stack had its own folder beneath it, along with carefully highlighted and underlined passages on nearly every page.
âI didnât take you for aâŠâ You paused, trying to think of a word that wouldnât come off as backhanded.
Sabo chuckled. âI get it. Most people think Iâm a freak of nature when they meet Luffy and Ace first.â
âReally?â you deadpanned. âIf anything, itâs the other way around, right? Your brothers arenât human.â
âWeâre more similar than most people thinkâyouâd believe it if you saw us as children. We were real troublemakers.â
You felt a chill run down your spine as you remembered when Ace nearly hit a hockey puck straight through Luffyâs skull, or when he tackled Luffy in broad daylight. If this was how the brothers behaved now, what were they like as children? It was far too terrifying to linger on.
A quiet buzz from your phone freed you from your hypothetical nightmare. Your lockscreen showed a text from Vi, which you opened to check.
| Vivi: Hello ____! I wanted to ask you during lunch, but the fighting caused it to slip my mind
| Vivi: Would you like to go downtown to Sabaody Street with Sanji and I?
| Vivi: I want to go shopping!
Read 2:27 PM
| You: hi vi!!! ofc i would love to! <3
| You: what time were u thinking?
Vivi is typingâŠ
| Vivi: How does four oâclock sound?
| Vivi: Sanji suggested that we get drinks later!
| You: omg nami and i went to a bar on sabaody st on tuesday it was awesome
| You: gimme 1 sec
You shared directions to âShakkyâs Rip-off Barâ
| Vivi: Thank you so much ____!!!!
| Vivi: We will see you at four oâclock!
| Vivi: :smile-duck:
âWhatâcha smiling about?â Saboâs voice cut in, his face all too close to your own.Â
You jumped back in shock, letting out a near-indescribable noiseâsomewhere near an âahâ and an âough,â which was also embarrassingly loud enough to draw attention from the other students in the room.
You ducked slightly in your seat, waiting for everyoneâs attention to leave your figure. âMy friend Vivi just asked to hang out,â you whispered. Being the center of attention felt awkward, but you just couldnât put your finger on why. It was almost like a mysterious force had disappeared from yourâ
âWhereâs Luffy?â you asked, looking around the room a bit too frantically. You wouldnât put it past Luffy to engage in guerrilla warfare in a classroom, but you also didnât know Sabo well enough to know if heâd be willing to provide a distraction for the little shit.
Sabo chuckled. âItâs alright, I made him go to his own classes today.â He effortlessly twirled his pen between his fingers. âBetter for him to at least get a head start on some of his credits than follow Ace and me around like a puppy forever.â
âI thought he didnât have a major?â You rubbed your temple gently. The longer you thought about Luffyâs college path, the more painful the throbbing in your head became. Perhaps the only people capable of understanding Luffyâs psyche were his brothers.
âWell,â Sabo trailed off, crossing his legs. âWe tried to see if he was interested in trade schools, but then we got worried about what would happen if he was around buzzsaws and blowtorches.
âNext, we were going to see if he wanted to join the workforce early. We were hoping heâd be happy hauling around heavy objects and getting paid for it, but he really wanted to go to the same university as his big brothers.â He emphasized his last two words, his smile growing wider. âIn the end, we figured heâd be better off in our caring hands than at risk of being picked up to be the muscle by some gang.â
You nodded. âLuf does seem easily influenced.â
âHeâs got a good moral compass, at least. You could convince him to climb a building with only five words, but itâd take an army to make him do something he thinks is wrong.â
 Just as Sabo finished talking, the rest of the class began pouring in, filling out the empty chairs and disrupting the formerly quiet room. The professor was the last to enter, walking over to the podium to begin the afternoonâs lecture. You snuck one last peek at your phone, swiping up to reopen your texts with Vivi. Your thumb tapped the edge of the case, drumming rhythmically against the plastic as you debated whether or not you should ask the question on your mind.
With a quick exhale, your finger danced across the keys, shooting one last message to Vivi before you slid your phone away.
| Vivi: We will see you at four oâclock!
| Vivi: :smile-duck:
| You: is it cool if i bring a friend?
Delivered 2:30 PM
âOh boy, Sabaody! I havenât been there for a while, you know? Iâve just been so busy! Last time I went was whenâŠâ
You were starting to doubt that Sabo wasnât genetically related to Luffy. At first glance, you thought heâd be the more polished brother between the three. He didnât look as jockish as Ace or act as clueless as Luffy. But as Sabo told more stories about his life, you were starting to see the familial connection.Â
âAnd then we jumped off the side of the building!â
âWhere the fuck were your parents, Sabo!?â
âOh, Dadan was the one chasing us.â
âHey, ____!â
You and Sabo looked across the street to see Nami waving excitedly across the street with Vivi and Sanji by her side. The blond was holding three large shopping bags in his arms, doing his best to wave at you as well.
âI am so glad you were able to make it!â Vivi rushed across the street, expertly dodging passersby and running into your arms before turning to the man next to you. âAnd you must be Sabo!â
âIn the flesh,â he said, accentuating his words with a light bow.
You scoffed, âDonât be fooled, heâs Luffy in sheepâs clothing.â
âNow, now!â Sabo linked his arms with yours and Viviâs, safely escorting the two of you across the street. âI have twice the social experience as my brothers, mind you.â
âZero times zero is still zero!â Nami cooed, prancing down the sidewalk.Â
âAh, ____, would you like me to carry your bag?â Sanji asked, extending his handâwhich was already lined with bagsâtowards you.
You chuckled, reaching to pat Sanjiâs head. âItâs alright, San. I donât wanna overwork you before Namiâs even started.â
Sanjiâs face fell as you stepped away towards Nami, joining the redhead as she peered into nearby store windows. Her face suddenly lit up, pressing her hands closer against the glass.
âOh my gosh, do you see that necklace ____? Itâs perfectâthe color, the chain, oh my gosh, I need it!â Nami grabbed your wrist, tugging you through the door and into the cool, air-conditioned store.
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â this is specifically for my series romance in the red line, a college au for one piece that you can read about here on tumblr or here on ao3!
kinda wanna get into writing short oneshots/headcanons about romance in the red line characters (which i'll probably just start with the straw hats + vivi for right now) to pad out the time between chapters, so i'll throw a poll out to see who the hot topics are
if anyone has any ideas for things i should write (preferably simple scenarios "x and reader going on a date, x and reader at a party" instead of reader specific ideas like "reader who is shy, reader who is short" etc.
also feel free if you have ideas for non-straw hat characters (ace, sabo, yamato, katakuri, etc) feel free to suggest them as well! and if you're really passionate about a character that's not a listed pairing for this series but really want to see something written, i'm not opposed as long as you suggest it lol
Whitebeard: sees right through you and laughs fondly, then gives in to whatever you want (he loves spoiling you)
Marco: is never fooled, and will only relent if he's tired or overwhelmed by his work (you give up quickly, he's no fun compared to the others)
Ace: falls for it so easily, he hates to see you upset and is clueless when it comes to manipulation (you sometimes feel a little bad for tricking him)
Jozu: is confused because he knows you're not genuinely upset, but gives in because he doesn't like to see you cry
Thatch: falls for it every time and always gives you the most dramatic reactions, he's the most fun to mess with and he never makes you feel bad for tricking him
Vista: knows you're playing with him (most of the time, you can fool him if you try hard enough) and will sometimes tease you a little before giving in, too happy to see your sad pout morph into a pretty smile
Blamenco: laughs at your antics and will placate you with some strange trinket or little gift he keeps in his many magical pockets (you can't trick him, but you'll still get a little something from him)
Rakuyo: 50/50, he's either completely fooled or calls you out on your lies with a loud cackle
Namur: does not understand your strange displays of fake emotions and will call someone else for reinforcement (if he gets Marco you're getting scolded, if he gets Thatch or Ace you're getting your way)
Blenheim: it depends what you're crying for, he tries to be reasonable and not spoil you as badly as the others, but he can't really resist your teary eyes and pouty lips
Curiel: so easy it's almost too easy, he caves in immediately and is one of the reasons Blenheim tries to be more stern
Kingdew: he doesn't understand what there is to cry about, and your little show doesn't work very well on him so you give up after a few disappointing attempts
Haruta: becomes very uncomfortable when you start crying, and it became more fun to try to make him cringe rather than try to get your way
Atmos: chuckles at your little show because his younger brothers tried that on him many times before, and you're no better than them (he thinks you're very cute so he will still spoil you, don't worry, he'll just make you work extra hard for it)
Jiru: frazzled and worried he'll get in trouble for making you cry, so he tries to remedy the tears immediately, which makes him both an easy and fun target
Fossa: is never fooled but always gives in with a heavy sigh, then gently reprimands you for trying to trick him like that (which Blenheim always tells him is pointless, since Fossa keeps rewarding your behavior)
Izou: unsurprisingly, he is never fooled, no matter how genuine you try to appear, and unlike Fossa he doesn't reward your attempts and will wait until you calm down to respond to your request
Roger: falls for it soooo easily, despite Rayleigh's assurances that you're tricking him, but will try to comfort you instead of giving you what you want
Rayleigh: chastises you and refuses to give in, so you don't often try that trick on him unless Roger is nearby
Gabban: laughs at you and then gives you tips to put on a better show and be more convincing (and will probably give you whatever it is you came crying for, he doesn't care either way)
Shanks: is (almost) never fooled by you, but can't resist spoiling you despite Beckman's admonishments (sometimes you really do fool him, and his crew will laugh at him for a while)
Beckman: responds with tired silence and tries to patiently lecture you, but his efforts are thwarted by his captain (and in the end he loves the smile you give him when you get your way)
Buggy: panics and gives you random things before finally listening to you and giving you what you wanted (you'll leave with an extra carnival plushie, balloons, candy, coins, whatever was in his pockets, and what you initially wanted)
Mihawk: your attempt to fool him is endearing, and he might let you work for a bit before either caving in or denying your demands (it's always worth a shot, you never know what mood he'll be in)
Crocodile: hates it when you cry and will throw expensive things at you to get you to stop, he doesn't really care if you're genuine or not, he just wants you to stop
â notes. from @luckybrandjs, "i NEED an imu fic where he's a huge yearner and tries to flood the world so only he and his lover r left" also preemptive apology because i tried to make this match imu's speech in the manga lol also sorry i did mixed format instead of a full fic ( ;ÂŽ - `;)
imu never had much care for the lower world. after all, what use is trash to a god? it was his right to take from them, and it was their god-given purpose to serve him.
but you were... different. better. a flower among weeds, blooming amidst the refuse and stinking debris that you had grown up with. for years, he admired you. for centuries, he prized you. you were the only being that would ever come close to understanding him.
if it was imu's right to rule, the it was your right to stand by his side through it all, or so he said. not by the side of filthy humans, nor by the side of the celestial dragons. neither were suited for your holy company. none but imu were good enough.
"my flower," imu whispered, holding you gently in his arms. "remain by my side, from now to eternity, for there is no being in life or in death that could compare to thou."
fire roared around the two of your, blood covering the ground from the bodies that were strewn about. imu had regaled his plan for a new world order before, but it was a different experience standing in the throes of it.
"of course, my love." your hands fled to his midsection, lightly touching his injuries. you tried to remain focused on what was directly in front of you, doing your best to ignore the blood that dripped off his towering weapon.
his grip on you tightenedâsqueezing you and burying his head into the crook of your neck. "we shall build an empire to outlast time itself," he murmured.
"we shall be beautiful."
at first, it hurt seeing you talk to someone else. then, a new, dirty feeling struck his heart. 'jealousy,' they called it. but in reality, it was merely imu's will asserting what was known to be the truthâthat all were ants compared to his might.
all it took was one time for imu to lock you away under the assertion that the outside world was no longer safe. the air was impure, the ground was too dangerous, and the sky held too many possibilities.
imu prepared several rooms for you, focusing on making it as perfect as can be. it marks a new point in your relationship, and imu simply wants to ensure that you both can adapt to this new era.
"i appreciate all of this my lordâ"
"and within the left hall lies the garden, thou hast an allotment for thy doingsâ"
"imu," you finally asserted yourself, moving to stand in front of him. "what of my old room? what of the garden beneath in mary geoise? am i to abandon it all now? my love, i am not so fragile as to need all this."
a frown graced imu's face. it was an impetuous expression that last for but a moment, casted not in your direction, but towards the brilliant light billowing in from an expansive window.
"all mu does, my petal," he began, brushing your cheek with a tender softness, "mu does for thou." such a sentiment would have soothed your mind centuries ago, but you were older and wiser now, capable of recognizing the words of a demon whispered in the voice of an angel.
a shame, that despite all he had done, you could not bare to strike at his presence in your heart.
in the end, all of the precautions he had taken could not stop imu's fears from dominating your lives. the revolutionaries were determined to destroy the heaven he made for the two of you, while figures of the past were set on repeating dreaded history.
what good is this world, he thinks, if all of its inhabitants intend to separate the two of you? no one can compare to his power, no one can rival his might, and no one can take you away from him.
he held the control of the ancient weapon in his possession, staring down past the clouds and into the brilliant blue sea below. the air may be tainted, the ground may be filthy, and the sky may, one day, fall down. but the ocean would cleanse and purify the world from the obnoxious plague that screams down below.
"you're planning on doing what, imu?" you dropped all titles and formalities, staring forlornly at the man you had once loved.
"'tis a long overdue reckoning. to rinse this world of its original sin that continues to plague and bring all to ruin." he turned to face you, and you wished for him to look mad, to have the visage of manic king ravaged by time. but the man standing before you looked more clear, more confident, than he ever had before.
"imu, you can'tâ"
in an instant he drew near, lifting your sleeve to trace the mark along your arm.
"mu had promised thou eternity," he cooed, turning to face you with the same expression he wielded centuries ago. and, in just the same way he had so long ago, he held you close to his chest. yet now his touch felt foreign and his grasp discomforting.
"eternity thou shalt have," imu continued, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "a new world awaits us once more, my petal."
you were lazily scrolling on your phone in bed before your dumbass boyfriend hammered the door open, sat at your desk, and pulled his laptop out without saying a word. unfortunately for you, this wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but it meant you had to prepare yourself for a series of idiotic questions in which you had no patience for that day. and almost immediately he was bothering you with his homework.
"hey loser, how do you do this?"
"by integrating it, obviously?"
"i know that much jackass i meant how do you integrate it?"
you look over your shoulder to see the question he was working on. it was hardly a problem that required significant effort, nor the amount of trouble he was giving you. you turn back to your phone, clearly disengaged which just pissed him off even more.
"partial fractions."
"ok, how do i do that?"
"by factoring the bottom."
"ok, how do i factor the bottom?"
that question was so baffling it made you fully turn your body around and meet his sincerely confused and slightly irritated face with yours.
"you're in calc 2 and you don't know how to factor? genuinely how did you even make it this far?"
"shit, i dont know, chatgpt? can you just help me with this?"
you were too exhausted to teach him something he should have learned in algebra 1, so you just snatched the paper and did the problem for him before returning to your phone.
"the fuck is doing the problem gonna teach me?"
"if you can't even factor then you got other problems to deal with than calc right now."
"can you just stop being such a cocky bitch and help me?"
"the fuck you just call me? you came in here asking for my help and you call me that shit?"
"i ain't lying, all you've done since i came in here is treat me like a dumbass."
"cause you are."
"and i'm trying to fix that but you wanna be miss attitude right now."
"i wouldn't have to be if actually paid attention in class instead of using ai on everything."
by now the two of you were fully shouting at each other, which caused him to abruptly smack his laptop shut and get up.
"fuck this man i'm leaving your ass."
"i didn't want you here anyways?"
and with that he left, slamming the door and leaving you in the dust. things settled down after some time, and you started to feel sort of guilty. even if he was a dumbass he was giving a sincere effort to try and improve and you just blew him off. you debated on going over to his dorm to apologize, and right as you were about to get up you heard on a knock on your door.
"yeah, come in."
lo and behold, you found grimmjow standing at your door, two coffees in hand and refusing to make eye contact. he wasn't the only one, though. the wall was suddenly of immense interest to you.
"yea, uh, sorry for calling you a bitch or whatever."
"yea, and i'm sorry you're a dumbass."
he smirked slightly before telling you to shut up and taking a seat at your desk again, with you finally explaining factoring to him. it took two whole hours, but progress is progress.
i love this đčđč nothing gets me more giggly than grimmjow being the fucking dumbass that he is lmao just wait til bro learns that division can be long
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đà§ one piece x reader: their favorite kinds of kisses
part one here
đąÖŽà»â sabo is a reckless, impulsive, and cocky bitch and you swear you hate him for it. and when he finally returns to base you explode at him for jeopardizing the plan and going off on his own before confessing he worried you. every time you start he'll shut you up with an overconfident smile and a kiss straight on your lips. and every time you forgive him.
đąÖŽà»â imu may be the cold and ruthless king of the world, but he's also the biggest yearner in one piece. everything he does has always been for you. all he wants is to create a paradise in which only the two of you exist, even if it means flooding the rest of the world. he holds you close in the flower room he built for you, kissing you with calculated precision, masking the desperation to hold to close for eternity.
đąÖŽà»â koby lives for praise, yours especially. and when you compliment him he'll get all flustered - he's so cute it hurts. you can't help but kiss his cheek in response and watch as his composure completely shatters.
đąÖŽà»â nami only likes one thing over money: teasing you. and after beating you in monopoly five times in a row (she cheated), she requires compensation, namely a passionate makeout session.
đąÖŽà»â mihawk loves early morning walks around the castle garden with you, keeping your fingers entangled in his. and when you two sit down on the bench to admire the garden's beauty, all he can think is how it exists only to accentuate yours. he cups your face in his hand a leans in, planting a soft peck on your lips while telling you how your radiance must make the flowers wilt with envy and other corny praises.
đąÖŽà»â fujitora is unfortunately blind, but also has some of the keenest observation haki displayed by an admiral. only with you does he allow himself to keep his guard down and finally relax. it also gives you the opportunity to surprise him and randomly start peppering kisses all over his face. he'll get so startled and tell you his heart can't handle it, but he'll never tell you to stop.
part two finally here ive been so busy w school and soccer and stuff and i feel like a cornball whenever im writing
imu was written off like two panels i alr know its gonna be out of character in like a chapter
đà§ one piece x reader: their favorite kinds of kisses
đąÖŽà»â luffy adores kissing your cheek. he'll usually suprise you by jumping onto your back and wrapping his arms and legs around you, before placing a big, sloppy kiss on your face.
đąÖŽà»â zoro loves it when he's about to take a nap and you join him by dozing off on his shoulder. he takes these moments as an opportunity to kiss the top of your head.
đąÖŽà»â sanji absolutely loves kissing your hands. you love it too, the way he so sweetly submits to you, caresses you, treats you like a queen. he wants nothing more than to devote himself to you.
đąÖŽà»â law cherishes those moments when he's working late at night, with you by his side. you place your hand delicately on his non working hand, and he can't help but bring it to his face and kiss your knuckles.
đąÖŽà»â ace has always been a sweet and simple man. on late nights when most of the crew has retired and the two of you get to share some peace together, it almost always involves you two kissing softly on the lips. it's both sweet and reassuring.
đąÖŽà»â shanks can't help it when he drinks himself stupid at a bar and your sitting right next to him. he immediately leans in and leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin until he inevitably passes out.
đąÖŽà»â crocodile loves nothing more than bringing you expensive gifts as forgiveness for hardly having time. seeing your face light up while he wraps diamonds around your neck always compels him to place a kiss on your forehead.
đąÖŽà»â doflamingo believes himself to be the rightful owner of all, including your heart. he tends to grab your face and kiss you harshly, allowing you to taste his maliciousness, possessiveness, and the twisted love he holds towards you akin to a child and his belongings.
đąÖŽà»â eustass kid won't even be loud or grand with his love, but he doesn't fail to show it in quiet ways. when he finally retires for the night he collapses right on top of you, leaving kisses on your stomach until he starts to snore.
looking at my wip toji smut blurb as i contemplate whether i want to write a jotaro x reader x dio brando story that i'll finish in 20 years alongside my other two fanfics while i stare into the blackhole that is my inbox and wonder if maybe, perhaps, i should be writing from there as well
i'm so dio brando pilled rn send help
CWs: 18+. Blood. Reader is not called Y/N and is referred to by the nicknames "fangs" and "doll". uhhh he has a knot. this is not betaed.
Main Tags: Vampire Reader-Insert. Werewolf Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. Biting. Mutual Pining. Love Confessions. Wall Sex (sort of? wall handjobs).
Notes: first fic for F5!!! Blackberry and Wolfsbane are used here. blackberries are eaten in the fic and wolfsbane is mainly used because, uh... werewolves. i made the image at the top but it uses pngs from @boofinator , @napalmzombie , and @pommecita .
IMPORTANT NOTE - the reader in this is gender neutral. On AO3, there are two alternate versions of the chapter. This version contains fingering, but it is left up to interpretation whether its anal or vaginal. As such, this version is the least descriptive. Chapter 2 contains explicit references to the reader having a vagina (and also contains fingering), and chapter 3 contains explicit references to the reader having a penis (and contains frottage).
Youâve prided yourself on having nearly perfect self-control since you were turned.
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You needed it, after all; in your line of work, things would go south very quickly if you couldnât handle being around blood. So you managed, feeding mostly on the occasional blood bagâworking around other non-humans had its benefits, primarily that they understood what you needed and had ways of getting it that didnât involve you biting others or nearly starving yourself waitingâand keeping yourself satiated enough that you could be drenched in blood and manage to keep your fangs in. More human than monster.
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Recently, though, that control has beenâŠ. Tested.
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From the moment you first met Kyle, you knew the scent of his blood was going to be an issue. When youâd walked into the room he was in, you had felt your fangs slipping out purely from the smell. It was the first time youâd met a werewolf, and you hadnât expectedâŠ. That. Hadnât known it would be the most enticing thing youâd encountered in your many years of life, or that it would test the control that you usually maintained nearly effortlessly.
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His blood smelled warm and inviting. Itâs something like cinnamon and orangesâsweet with a hint of spice, fruity, and mouth-watering.
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He didnât even realize, had just greeted you with a smile that somehow only served to make your hunger even worse. It had taken every ounce of willpower within you to force your fangs to recede back into your gums. Youâd met Soap after that, found out he was a werewolf as well, and the scent didnât cause such a reaction. It was good, of course, appetizing, but not the same way. Not in that way that made you feel like you were newly turned in bloodlust again. Which meant it was just him. For whatever reason, Kyleâs blood just sang to you.
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Since then, youâd gotten a bit better at hiding it, even if it still caused you far more trouble than anything youâd ever experienced before. You had to feed more often than before, resorting to draining small animals like rats so your increased hunger wasnât noticed. It worked, though, and you could do your job and carry on casual conversations without worrying youâd lunge at him and sink your teeth into his neck.
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The ability to interact with him came with its own downside, though, which was that besides having incredibly tempting blood, he was also far more charming than he had any right to be.
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Always checking in, even if it was in subtle waysââall good?â thrown over top of a bloody mess, when he knew you hadnât fed in a while. Bringing you water and food when you were too buried in work to bother getting it yourself. He snarked at youâat everyone, reallyâbut was always careful not to cross the line into being mean, and could take it as well as he gave it.
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And his smile. Fuck, his smile. You could drown in it and die happy.
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By the time you realized you were falling, you were in far too deep to fix it.
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In hindsight, it probably shouldnât have been surprising when it all came to a head the same way your difficulties had begunâwith his blood and your hunger for it and him combining with a series of mistakes. And the thing that made you snap was something laughably simple. A handful of blackberries.
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You were usually so careful about your feeding, about making sure you drank frequently enough to ignore it, but due to circumstances out of your control, you hadnât been able to in much longer than you liked.
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First, it was a mission going on for long enough that youâd run out of your supply of blood bags. You couldnât feed on fallen enemies, because dead or dying blood made you violently ill. Technically, you could pull one aside before killing them, but besides it being difficult to catch one alone, it felt immature, somehow, to be overcome by your needs enough to have to stop everything you were doing to feed. At that moment, your pride was greater than your thirst. That was mistake number one.
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Kyle had tried to help, tone gentling as he checked inâin that way he always did that made your heart flutter. Not condescending, not doubting your strength, just worriedâon you. The soft âyou gonna be alright?â that rang in your ears and the hand on your shoulder that might as well have been made of fire.
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He wasnât the only one who checked inâyou distinctly remember a few jokes at your expense from Soap that youâd forced out a laugh to. You had seen Ghostâs eyes flicker between your face and whatever mess of blood was in front of you, eyeing the way your tongue darted out to lick at your lips. But youâre so far gone for him that Kyleâs reactions are the ones that stood out the most.
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You didnât tell him how he was just making your hunger worse by being so close. After all, youâd be done soon enough and be able to feed. You could hold out a little longer.
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Only you hadnât been able to feed once youâd gotten back due to a storage mistake causing the blood bags you had stored to go bad. There was mistake number two. It wasnât any huge lossâyou only kept a few on hand at a timeâbut it came at the worst possible time. Replacement bags would be there within the next few days, but with how long youâd already gone without, it might as well have been a year.
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Itâs the middle of the night, and youâre bracing yourself against the wall in the common room when Kyle comes in. You smell him before you see him, the warmth of his blood hitting your nose as his footsteps approach. He should be asleep. You donât need sleep, not in the same way, but he needs the rest, especially with a full moon approaching.
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âHey, Fangs,â he calls out, and you lift your head just slightly from where your forehead is pressed against the wall.
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The name isnât something unusual, and he isnât the only one who uses it, but it almost always makes your heart race coming from him. The thirst has caused your heartbeat to slow, though, and your body canât manage even such a common reaction. His eyes are fixed on your face, focused specifically on your mouth. If you werenât a vampire, itâd make you blush, but not only do you know heâs worrying about your lack of feeding, you currently donât have enough blood in your system to blush.
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âDonât tell me I look like shit,â the words escape before you can stop them, a slight lisp to them due to your fangs extending out of your control, âbecause I already know.â
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He laughs, though it sounds a little too concernedânervous, evenâfor it to be fully humorous, and shakes his hand, reaching over to rub your back lightly. Your nostrils flare as he gets closer, the scent of his blood filling your senses more intensely. âNot what I was going to say,â he says. Every step he takes towards you echoes in your head, the scent and sound of it dizzying, âwanted to know how youâre holding up.â
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Youâre pretty sure your mouth is watering.
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He doesnât know what he does to you. Has no idea how being around him like this sends you back to the time when you had just been turned. Aching canines, searing thirst that burnt your throat, and the deeply unsettling feeling that you needed someone to sink your teeth into. Not for the first time, you curse being what you are. You donât agonize over it anymoreâat least, you donât think you doâbut the all-consuming shame of being so governed by your own desires and instincts was like liquid fire in your veins.
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You were more than that hunger, more than a monster or simple animal, but it was hard to remember that when you were like this.
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A slight shake of your head is the only movement you make, and even that is lethargic from lack of blood as you try to calm your breathing. âIâll be okay. Getting blood bags tomorrow.â
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A blatant lie. Sure, youâd be getting blood tomorrowâas long as no other issues arose, god forbidâbut âokayâ was not even close to accurate. You felt like you were slowly going insane, and the worst part was every time someone got too close, you could barely resist the urge to snarl at them, to bare your teeth and try to draw their blood. Youâd growled at a few people, actually, much to your immense embarrassment.
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But you didnât say any of that. Because he had bigger things to worry about. Heâd told you before about the ache his body went through in the days before the full moon as it prepared to transform. Hunger taking over him, not unlike yours but far less monstrous. You hadnât seen him the day of, but you had seen the scratches left afterwards.
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Mercifully, he steps back, moving away to get himself something to eat. His hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment longer, though. âThatâs something, at least. Tell me if you need anything, yeah?â
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ââŠYeah. âCourse.â
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No. Absolutely not.
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When Kyle finally leaves your side fully, you feel a wave of relief wash over you and a burst of aching in your chest at the same time. You slump forward against the wall slightly and hope he doesnât notice how your legs go weak.
A fruity scent fills the air. Itâs subtle, but your senses are dialed up so much from your turning that you notice it immediately. Not fruity like his blood, more tart than sweet, but it blends well with the scent of him, and you canât help but look over. Keeping your eyes on his hands, not letting them trail up to his face because you know theyâll stick on his neck.
Blackberries. Heâs eating them a few feet away from you.
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You donât really eat food anymore. You can tolerate small amounts without issue, though larger quantities make you ill, but it doesnât do anything to sustain you or ward off your hunger, so you donâtâexcept as a social thing, as youâd accept bits and pieces if it was offered to you by a friend. Despite that, the scent of his blood mixing with the fruit, twisting together into something so delicious, makes desire explode in your stomach as it fills your senses.
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One of your hands comes up to clamp over your nose, trying to block the assault on your self-control, trying to ignore the cravings travelling through each body part you have by squeezing your eyes shut as well. It doesnât work very well, but it makes the scent more muted, at least.
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âFangs?â The name comes again, sounding even more concerned than before when he takes in your current state, âwhatâs going on?â
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You shake your head, unable to muster a verbal response. When your nameâyour actual nameâleaves his lips, though, you manage to force your eyes open and look over at his face and immediately regret it.
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The juice of the fruit coats his mouth, vibrant purple but red-tinted in the light and mixing there with a few little bits of the blackberry itself that stick to his lips like clumps of blood. Heâs eating too neatly for it to be on his chest or, god forbid, spilling down to his throat. Small mercies, because youâre not sure youâd be able to handle seeing that. As it is, it looks too similar to what you want. What youâve wanted since you met him. You feel another pang of hunger in your stomach, your throat so dry that forming words seems impossible. You want him. To bite and drain him, to kiss him senseless, to fuck him. You arenât sure which is strongerâyour hunger or your desire.
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Before you can lose control completely, you lift an arm to your mouth, sinking your teeth into your own skin in an attempt to ward off the cravings. A bit of your own bloodâdead, so you have to fight the urge to gag at the taste of rot and decayâspills into your mouth. It eases the ache in your teeth to bite something, but it does nothing to fill your hunger. If anything, losing some of whatâs left in your body makes it even worse.
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Heâs on his feet the moment he catches the scent of your blood in the air. At another time, your heart would flutter from how quickly he rushes to your side.
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Concern is flashing in his eyes when he reaches for you, fingers grabbing your chin and tugging you closer. âYouâre gonna hurt yourself.â His voice isnât quite stern, but some mix of concern and disapproval. His shoulders are tense beneath the weight of the upcoming full moon as his thumb presses at your bottom lipânot hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you part your lips, fangs leaving your arm.
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âIâm gonna hurt you,â you spit out before you can stop yourself, voice coming out harsher than you intended. You donât mean to snap at him, but youâre beyond control now, âif you donât back up.â
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The words would be easy to take as a threat, but itâs so much deeper than that. Itâs a warning and a plea all in one. Because you will. For all your intent not to be a monster, to be more than your instincts, your hunger is getting the best of you now. Youâre puppeted by it in a way youâve been trying to avoid for so long.
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You know he can smell your blood. Most of his senses arenât quite as good as yours, but his sense of smell is close, especially this close to a full moon. But he isnât hungry, not like you are. He isnât consumed by it. And that just makes you hate your instincts even more.
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âYouâre starving,â Kyle says, voice low as his thumb stays pressed to the same spot. The world shrinks down to his finger stroking over your lips that have been bitten to bleeding, âwhenâs the last time you went this long between feedings?â
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Thereâs a long pause as you think. You know what heâs really askingâwhether youâre accustomed to hunger enough to control yourself. Whether someone getting a paper cut is going to result in getting their throat ripped out. In all honesty, you donât have a good answer. You havenât gotten this close to snapping since you were first turned.
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âNot a good sign that you donât have an answer. Gotta be a way to get some blood into you now, yeah?â
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You canât focus on what heâs saying. Your lips part. Just slightly, but itâs enough that your teeth brush his thumb and you inhale, shaking and unsteady. It would be so easy. âNot without biting someone,â you mutter around his finger, fixated on the way his eyes flicker up to meet yours until your gaze drags down to his throat, watching him swallow.
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This time, the silence stretchesâneither of you moving, both hardly breathing.
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âCould bite me,â he says it casually, like telling you the weather. As though the words donât make your world tilt on its axis. His thumb presses up, the pad of it against the point of your fang. Not enough to break the skin, but enough that you know you could with such a small amount of effort.
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A laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it, sounding more hysterical than humorous. âDonât joke about that.â
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He shakes his head, his other hand coming up to your jaw as well, fingers splaying over your cheek with his other thumb below your chin. Holding you in place so you canât run. You nearly laugh at the thoughtâdoes he really think you have the strength to leave when what youâve wanted all this time is so close?
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His thumb presses up harder, and finally, the skin breaks, blood beading up on his fingertip. âIâm not joking,â his voice has dropped to a whisper. Your tongue swipes over it before you can stop yourself. You just canât resist.
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The sound that leaves you at the taste is some humiliating cross between a whimper and a moan. It tastes exactly like it smellsâwarmth, comfort, and sweetness all in one incredible package. Like him. You could swoon if you werenât so overcome by hunger.
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âDonât,â you repeat, trying to will yourself to pull away from the finger in your mouth and the flavor of his blood. But he keeps you still, jerking his thumb across your teeth so you leave a gash on it and more blood spills into your mouth, âI-I canât. I donât feed on people and I especially canât feed on you, because Iâve wanted you for so long and if I finally get it then Iâm gonna lose my mindââ
You realize youâve said too much a second later when his eyes widen. But when you try to backtrack, babbling apologies leaving your lips, he moves his thumb out of your mouthâyou try not to dwell on the pathetically yearning sound that leaves you at the lossâto press his palm to your lips and silence you.Â
When you obediently fall silent, he moves the hand away to cup your other cheek as well instead. Thereâs a hunger in his eyes you havenât seen before, but itâs one that you understand deeply because itâs the same thing youâre feeling now. The same thing youâve struggled with for so long. The deep brown of his eyes is more like molten lava as he stares at you. Face to face. Monster to monster.
âYou want me?â he repeats, and you canât help the laugh that escapes or how it dissolves into a fit of laughter.Â
âAre you serious?â you manage to get out between laughter, shaking your head like heâs said something ridiculous, because he has. You bring your hands up, placing them over his on your cheeks. Intertwining your fingers, holding on to him desperately, âIâve spent every day since we met trying not to bite you or kiss you or both at the same time. You seriously havenât noticed?â
His response is low, more of a breath than a sentence. âYou havenât noticed, either,â he says, grumbling as his thumbs stroke over your cheeks, smearing blood on your face in a way that makes you shiver.
Oh.
You open your mouth but pause as his words process in your brain and your eyes go wide, the breath leaving your lungs in a sudden gust. You canât blush right now, but you feel the small amount of blood in your body valiantly attempting to surge up to your cheeks.
âYouâŠâ
âYeah,â he interrupts. A smile tugs at his lips as he continues to stare at you with those warm, hungry eyes that make you feel like heâd eat you alive if he could, âyou too?â
Words seem impossible, so you just nod, fangs digging into your bottom lip. Neither of you move. Neither of you do anything to break the sudden tension between you that feels so thick itâs suffocating. Then, as your lips part to say something, he suddenly lunges forward and his mouth is on yours.
Everything stops for a moment. You freeze, and then itâs over far too quickly.Â
Kyle pulls back, staring at you with his eyes wide like he canât believe this is really happening, and inhales. Shaking. Unsteady. âIs thisâCan Iââ
You donât let him finish. Your fingers curl into fists around the front of his shirt and you tug him back against your lips. He melts into it, hands coming up over your shoulder blades to hold you close, and he doesnât complain when your fangs scrape against and cut his bottom lip. The blood spills into your mouth and you canât help the moan that leaves you at the taste.Â
It isnât slow or soft. Itâs a desperate, passionate, needing thing, all teeth and tongue and blood. Your hands hover over his back, unsure if you can touch, but then he moans. Instantly, all thoughts disappear from your mind, and youâre gripping at the back of his shirt as he pushes you up against the wall with effortless strength that makes your knees weak.
âBite me,â he breathes out against your lips when he parts from your mouth to gasp in air. You arenât proud of how you chase after his lips, âfeed on me. You need it.â
The I want it goes unsaid, but you can hear it in the space between you all the same.
And god, you want it too. But if you feed on him properly, with your fangs in his wristâor, god forbid, his neckâyou donât know that youâll be able to hold yourself back. Even knowing your desire is shared doesnât help your shame over your hunger. The idea of him seeing you being a monster is too much to handle. Youâve been in control so long you arenât sure you know how to give it up.
âI canât,â you say, fingers still curled into fists around the back of his shirt, eyes still fixed on that cut on his bottom lip which is steadily leaking blood. Even thisâdrinking from his thumb, from his lipsâfeels like too much, but you canât help that one vice. âI donâtâI donât want you to see me like that. Iâm not a monster, but Iâll look like one.â
You turn your gaze to the floor and wait. For him to pull away, tell you the moment is ruined. Or, worseâfor him to look at you with those gorgeous eyes filled with pity instead of hunger. Somewhere in your brain, logically, you know him well enough to know he isnât that kind of person. Trying to convince your emotional brain of that is a lot harder.
But heâs just quiet for a long, painful moment. Then, in that voice of his, sweet, concerned, and low. Quiet, but close enough that he might as well be yelling, considering how it rings in your ears, âOh, dollâŠâ
That name is new. Your breath stutters out at the same time as your heart does the same, fluttering in a way that makes your chest feel tight. Shamefully, tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes at how sweet his voice is, even when faced with your complete honesty about your monstrous appetite.
âSânot something you need to worry about,â he says as his thumb strokes over your cheek. Itâs stopped bleeding now. That makes this all⊠marginally easier. Your thirst for his blood hasnât been replaced with your hunger for him, but it gives you something else to focus on, âyou need this. You need to feed. It doesnât make you a monster.â
God help you, you can feel tears starting to run down your cheeks. The slightest reassurance and youâre crying. âI know Iâm not. I-I know that. But Iâm⊠Iâm a messy eater. And Iâm too hungry to control myself. Iâll act like one.â Your voice comes out far weaker than you want it to, your carefully crafted control fraying at the edges.Â
Two of his fingers press to the sides of your jaw, leading you to meet his eyes again. There isnât pity, like youâd feared. Instead, the hunger that was in them before has intensified. Youâre still pressed to the wall, but his grip has loosened, so youâre leaning against him, your foreheads pressed together.
âYou know how hard it is to be around you this close to the full moon?â he asks, his low voice turning from a gentle, comforting thing to something more heated. He waits for the slightest shake of your head before he continues, âI think about you all the time, fangs. Want you. Always wanted you. Especially when I turn. Think about biting you, marking you up. Attacking anyone who gets close.â
You open your mouth, no sound coming out, and then close it again as you stare at him dumbly, the admission struggling to process in your brain. His next words just make it worse. âIf hunger means youâre a monster, what does that make me?â
If youâre being honest, you hadnât really thought about the fact that he might have his own âmonstrousâ desires. Sure, you knew he wasnât human, just like you, but youâd always thought of his hungers as being moreâŠ. Normal. They still donât seem so bad, but that just makes you more confused.Â
Maybe he has a point. You feel dizzy from hunger and desire mixing together with confusion in your head. âI just⊠Iâve never actuallyâŠâ You swallow, trying to ease the dryness in your throat, âdirectly from a person, I mean. I guess I just⊠I don't trust myself.â
âI trust you. Always have.â
You donât have an answer for that.Â
It would be easier if you didnât care so much. It would be easier if he didnât care so much. You could just push him away. Run off to lick your wounds in private and be done with it. But you know heâd at the very least worry himself half to deathâmaybe even follow youâand you canât bring yourself to make him worry about you more than he already is.Â
Kyle watches you, patient, and you also canât help but wish he was a little meaner about all of this. If he was more forceful about making you drink from him, you could give in and let him take the blame for whatever happened. Instead, heâs pushing you to do what he knows you need, but heâs forcing the choice into your hands.Â
âIf you canât trust yourself,â he whispers, tilting his head up and to the side to expose the skin of his throat, letting your eyes be drawn to the steadyâif a bit quicker than normalâpulse below the skin, âjust trust me.â
When he puts it like that, offering himself up so beautifully, you donât know how you could ever be expected to resist.
You know you should bite his wrist rather than jumping straight into this intimacy, but you canât help it. You press forward, burying your face against the crook of his neck, and breathe in the scent of his blood as your tongue pokes out between your lips to lick over his pulse. He shudders, a hand going to your back and pressing against the small of it to hold you close.Â
He opens his mouth, the beginning of another set of words urging you to take what you need barely leaving him before itâs cut off with a sharp gasp when your fangs pierce his skin, the sound melting into a low groan. He sounds as good as he tastes, which is saying a lot.Â
Thick, warm blood spills into your mouth and you swirl your tongue in it. Itâs like nothing youâve ever done before. You can feel every beat of his heart like itâs your own as you clumsily try to make it feel even half as good for him as it does for youâit isnât something youâre entirely sure how to do, but intention seems to be half the battle, because heâs moaning, head falling back to bare his throat even more as his fingers grip at your hair and his eyes flutter shut.Â
Every time you suck, pulling more blood into your mouth, his whole body jerks slightly against yours. âThatâs it, doll,â he rasps out, and this time you feel warmth rising to your cheeks when you hear the name, now that thereâs blood in your system.Â
One of his hands stays tangled into your hair while the other slides down from your back to grip your hip, holding you against him. Just like youâd warned him, itâs a messy affair. Blood runs down your chin, soaking into both your shirt and his, but neither of you seem to mind. You could drown in this, in him, and at this moment, it feels like nothing would make you happier.Â
With no small amount of difficulty, you force your mouth off of his neck. Your chest heaves with each uneven breath as you try to get yourself back under control. Itâs not an easy feat. Every cell in your body is screaming at you to bury your face back in his neck and keep drinking his blood.
His eyes open just slightly, only half-lidded, and the look in them almost makes you bite him again immediately. Dazed, pupils blown so wide his eyes look almost black. Gaze fixed entirely on you, like youâre the only thing in the world that matters.Â
You wonder if you look the same. You can feel blood beginning to dry on your chin, so you know youâre a mess. The idea that your desire shows just as clearly makes you look away.
âBetter?â His voice is rough and hoarseâfrom desire, your mind supplies, making you lick your fangs that are still covered in his blood, because of youâas your eyes flicker down to the bite mark on his throat thatâs still leaking blood thatâs soaking into the collar of his shirt. It isnât a bad wound due to how careful you forced yourself to be, but it still had to be deep enough to make him bleed.Â
Your mouth opens and closes twice before you manage to form words. âEnough that I can wait until tomorrow,â you say, leaning in to run your tongue over the fang marks before you can stop yourself. He shivers, grip tightening on your hair as you clean up after yourself and try to soothe any lingering pain at the same time.
Kyle relaxes against you as you lick his throat, but the moment you try to pull away, his grip on your hip tightens to hold you in place.Â
Both of you are well aware that you could get away with ease if you wanted to, but you donât.
âDonât,â he breathes, hand sliding from your hair down to your jaw, fingers trailing against and lingering on your cheek as they move. Your breath hitches and you lean into his hand, just slightly, as he makes you look up at him, âI want you to drink as much as you need. Not how much you think you should.â
You swallow the mouthful of blood youâve licked off of him, licking the remnants of it off your lips. âI donât want to hurt you.â
Thereâs a pause. His fingers tighten on your jawânot enough to be painful, but his grip is firm. âI get the feeling you arenât gonna accept it if I just tell you not to worry about it,â he says dryly, leaning in closer to your face like heâs going to kiss you again, âwould you feel better if I bit you first?â
Your thoughts stutter to a complete stop, some combination of how close his face is and his words causing your entire brain to short circuit.Â
As your fingers begin to pick at a seam on your pants, you manage to croak out a little, confused âhuh?â, deliberately avoiding his gaze. You look at the wall, at his neckâwhich youâre quickly smart enough to look away from, lest you forget how to actâand down at yourself. Anything to avoid his eyes.
He doesnât respond to your confusion at first, chuckling. Instead, he leans down, pressing his face against your throat. His teeth, sharper than a humanâsâthough duller than your own fangsâbrush your skin as he speaks. âCould show you that it feels good. If you want that.â
And god help you, because you blurt out exactly whatâs on your mind before you can stop yourself, your mouth working faster than your brain. âI want you,â you blurt out, cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink, and then quickly attempt to backtrack to fix the slip, âI-I mean⊠that. I want that. For you to bite me.â
Mercifully, he doesnât comment on theâFreudian, your brain unhelpfully reminds youâslip. He smiles against your skin, licking at it not dissimilarly to how youâd done to him. Youâre pretty sure he murmurs something along the lines of ârelax, fangsâ, but your brain isnât working well enough to fully process it. Then his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of your neck, and everything seems to go white.Â
Pleasure radiates out from the bite. Not deep enough to make you bleed, because that would undo some of his work in getting you fed, but deep enough that you can feel every sharp tooth pressing into your skin.
Your knees buckle, but heâs quick to wrap his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and pressing you back against the wall, groaning as your legs wrap around his waist instinctively. His hips push against yours. Just slightly, but enough for you to feel every inch of him and how heâs getting hard. From biting you or from being biting and the promise of it happening again, you arenât sure which.Â
Your legs tighten around his waist, anchoring yourself against him as you feel your own arousal beginning to grow between your thighs. Moans escape you before you can stop them, your head falling back against the wall with a thud that you pray anyone still awake canât hear.
When Kyle pulls back, that dazed, hungry look has returned to his eyes, and you can see yourself in them, just enough that you can tell you look like a mess. Your supernatural senses mean you can make out the details. The way hair is sticking to your forehead from sweat, the way your chest heaves as you arch against his body.Â
You look disheveled, but more than anything, you look hungry. For something much more than just his blood.Â
âCan I bite?â Youâre the one to ask this time, pushing yourself off the wall so you can cling to his body, face buried against the crook of his neck and breathing him in. The scent of his blood has taken a spicy note, the hint of cinnamon intensified from his arousal.Â
His hand goes to the back of your head and you hear his breathing hitch and then stutter out. ââCourse, doll. Take what you want.â He sounds almost as desperate as you feel, and the sound has the heat pooling in your gut growing warmer.
When your fangs pierce his neckâjust above your previous bite markâthis time, he doesnât even try to hide his reaction. His fingers tangle into your hair, pulling at it with each suck. You savor his blood this time, now that youâre more convinced he isnât going to change his mind. His pleasure and arousal twist together with the natural taste of his blood, giving it a depth of flavor thatâs as irresistible as he is.Â
Itâs perfect. Heâs perfect.
When you feel his cock stirring to full hardness, you canât help but slip a hand down between your bodies, hesitating where his hips meet yours. Your hand hovers over the tent in his pants, but he takes initiative before you can talk yourself out of it. His fingers wrap around your wrist, gently tugging your hand forward until it presses against him and he gasps and the sound means youâre so desperately, incredibly turned on that youâre sure he can feel it.Â
âTold you. Take what you want,â he breathes out, one hand still tangled in your hair, holding you against his throat while the other leaves your wrist to linger at the waist of your pants. Hovering there for a moment too long before he inhales shakily and continues, âokay if I do the same?âÂ
The idea of him wanting you renders you almost as speechless as the mouth full of blood does, so you just nod, frantic as you pull more blood into your mouth. Your tongue presses against the first set of fang marks left in his skin, coaxing just a bit more blood out of it.
His hand slides into your pants once theyâre unzipped, not bothering to pull them down and instead just pressing his fingers beneath the waist of your underwear. He strokes circles against your pelvic bone, reminds you softly to breathe. Drives you crazy in a way that means you can no longer tell whether itâs purposeful or not.Â
You hold your breath, rubbing him over his pants and squeezing your eyes shut as you wait for it. For the moment of contact youâve been imagining in the dark of solitary, late nights for months.Â
And then the world seems to explode into a tangle of sensation.Â
His fingers find you and you cry out so loud that his blood spills out of your mouth and soaks both of you in it. Your hands still as he rubs against you, too lost in the pleasure to focus on what youâre doing. If you were thinking straight, youâd balk at how youâre leaving him hanging, but when he starts to talk, nothing else seems to matter.
âThatâs it, love. Iâve got you,â he whispers, pushing your head down to urge you to take more of his blood as he slowly takes you apart with his fingers, his hand sliding down to rub against your entrance.
Your fingers fumble with his belt, struggling to get it off in the haze of pleasure as you continue to suck on his neck. Satisfied that youâre drinking again, he untangles his fingers from your hair so he can help you undo his pants and shove them down to expose his cock. A rush of heat goes through you at the sight of him, hard, aching, and already leaking.
The whole thing feels like a wet dream youâve had a million times before. Your hands down each otherâs pants, your teeth in his neck. But somehow, the reality is better than anything you couldâve ever made up in your head.Â
Wrapping your fingers around him, you begin to stroke in time with how he touches you, fangs never leaving his throat because you canât bear to stopâboth because heâs clearly enjoying it and because youâre pretty sure if you donât have something to bite down on, youâll wake everyone up.Â
His pace doesnât slow or stutter even as yours does, but he lingers at your hole, fingers teasing against it, but not pushing inside just yet. âIs this okay?â He asks, voice soft but shaking with the struggle of keeping his tone even.
You nod eagerly, pushing your hips against his hand. You part from his throat, blood running down your chin, but stay close enough that you can lick and suck at the bite marks even though your fangs have retracted.Â
Itâs a wonder he hasnât gotten lightheaded from the blood lossâthen again, maybe he is, and is just hiding it so you donât stop, either for pleasure or a desire to make sure youâre fedâbut youâre full. Pleasantly so, the warmth of his blood seeming to buzz in your veins, giving your cheeks a pleasant warmth from arousal.
The moment his fingers push inside of youâwet with some of your own arousal, but still a harsh push that you find yourself liking the sting ofâa loud, gasping moan leaves you that youâre quick to muffle by sucking on the bite marks. His fingers return to your hair, stroking it as he softly hushes you.
âShh, shh, Iâve got you, doll,â he soothes, a groan leaving him as you continue to stroke him, trying to match his pace even as your brain feels like itâs melting from pleasure, âthat feel good?â
âUh-huh,â the affirmation is barely a hum, not anything close to words because youâre that far gone.Â
Your hand speeds up around his cock, trying to get him anywhere close to the level of undone heâs made you, twisting your palm around it and focusing on the head. He moans out, louder than any of his previous sounds, and satisfaction curls in your stomach. Itâs leaking in your hand, precum dripping out between your fingers.Â
Almost retaliatory, his fingers curl inside of you as he thrusts them. When he hits a certain spot inside of you, it takes everything inside of you not to sob.
âRight there,â You gasp sharply, the rhythm of your stroking faltering as your body goes rigid, legs tightening around his waist to hold his body against yours.
âYeah?â He sounds far too amused despite the need in his voice, chuckling breathlessly. Itâs almost like heâs making fun of you as his fingers push harder inside of you, âright there? That where you want it?â
You canât manage more than a whimper, sucking more blood from his neck to wipe the smug look off his face.
It works, his look of amusement melting into something more desperate, his fingers sliding down from your head to curl around the back of your shirt. Pushing your body against his so his cock presses between your thighs, precum soaking into your underwear as he grinds against you.
Your hand slides down to the base of his cock, feeling the bulge growing there, and you squeeze it lightly to force a cry out of him. Itâs probably uncomfortable, his knot expanding with nothing around it, so you bring both of your hands down. One stays wrapped around the knot, squeezing down on it just enough to ease the ache he probably feels, while the other takes up stroking him.
âOhââ he gasps, sending a surge of heat through you as his composure cracks completely. His eyes flutter shut, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
âThat feel good?â you repeat his words back at him, aiming for a grin, but it shakes at the edges. You canât quite manage to make your face look anything except desperately, painfully needy.Â
You can feel a ball of heat building in your stomach, curling up and feeling like it's going to explode with just a bit more pressure.
Kyleâs knot is pulsing in your hand, so you know heâs right there with you. Desperate. Just needing a bit more.
Your lips finally leave his neck so you can surge forward, your lips clashing together in a wanting kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, and you both moan as he tastes his own blood.
âGonna taste you next time,â he promises, swallowing the moan you let out at the thought of there being a next time, of him wanting you beyond just once, âf-fuck, fangs, Iâm gonnaââ
His hand twists, a third finger pushing inside of you and shoving against where youâre sensitive alongside the others, and your vision seems to white out as you cry out his name.Â
âGazâG-gahâKyle!â
The groan he lets out as he follows you over the edge is downright sinful, almost as much as the feeling of his cum splattering against you, soaking into your underwear.Â
You can barely see his face when it happens, your vision blurred and your ears ringing from the force of your orgasm. But you can feel how his knot pulses in your hand, expanding between your fingers, trying to find something to lock itself inside of.
When you finally come back to your senses, youâve been lowered to the ground. Your legs are still around his waist, but youâre no longer holding yourself up in the air, and heâs stroking your hair, softly hushing you. Youâre leaned against his chest, ear over his heartbeat, which is erratic as he pants.
His neck isnât bleeding anymore, two sets of fang marks staying as evidence of what you did.Â
âHey,â he says, voice soft as he looks down at you. Thereâs a clear tiredness in his eyesâprobably some combination of blood loss and the aftermath of his orgasm.
âHey,â you repeat back to him, keeping your head against his chest even as you glance up at him, âthat wasâŠâ
You trail off. There isnât exactly a word to explain it, not fully. Incredible is too small of a word. Intense doesnât accurately portray how much youâve fantasized about it. Everything Iâve ever wanted comes the closest.Â
He chuckles tiredly, cradling your head and leaning down to kiss the top of it. His breathing is beginning to even out, but his heartbeat is still quick. âI know. I meant what I said, you know. About wanting you.â
Your heart flutters, and you nuzzle your cheek against his chest. The pleasant fullness of his blood in your veins is still there, and your entire body feels warm in a way bagged blood doesnât cause.
âMe too,â you admit, bringing a hand up to trace circles against his chest over his shirt. You canât stop yourself from asking, voice quiet, âhow long?â
ââŠ.A while.â
A smile tugs at your lips and you let it, no longer having to try and hide your fangs. âMe too,â you repeat, shivering from the cool air even as you press yourself to the warmth of his body. Heâs far warmer than you due to you being undead, so it's easy to relax into him.
Never in all your dreams and fantasies had you ever considered he could actually feel the same. And yet, here he wasâconfirming everything youâd wanted but hadnât allowed yourself to hope for.
Your breathing slows, heart beating steadily in your chest because of his blood. In a way, the beating of your heart is his in this moment.Â
It seemed fitting. Your heart was his in every other way, after all.
He stretches out, groaning, and your head snaps up at the sound of his discomfort, frowning as you consider where in the moon cycle you are. His upcoming transformation, combined with blood loss, are obviously weighing heavily on him.
âIs it bad?â You murmur, wrapping your arms around one of his, practically hanging off of it as you glance up at him, ââm sorry. I took too much.â
One of his hands presses to your back, rubbing it lightly as he leans down to bury his face in your hair. The sigh that leaves him is heavy, exhaustion weighing heavily on him even as he shoots you a smile. âSâokay, doll. I wanted you to. Iâm good.â
He yawns as he kisses the top of your head, but you pull away, looking down to fix both of your clothes. Tucking him back into his pants, re-zipping your pants, and redoing his belt.Â
Your clothes are still stained, but you can live with that for now. The reminder of what you did together makes you shiver with the thought of it.Â
âYou need to get some sleep,â you mutter against his chest as he lets out another yawn. Youâre aiming for stern, but affection softens the words at their attempted sharp edges.Â
Rather than responding, he gets to his feet and pulls you with him, lifting you bridal style. You yelp, wrapping your arms around his neck to cling to him as youâre lifted into the air. Trying to glare up at himâplayfullyâbackfires, though, because heâs looking down at you like youâre the only thing in the world that matters.Â
âCome with me?â He offers up. Not telling, not demanding. Just asking. Offering. Leaving the choice up to you, like always.Â
You canât tell him no. If youâre being honest with yourself, youâre not sure you ever could.
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saw some art of college!au one piece and they had yamato in wano academy or whatever and now i'm bashing my head against a wall like of course....why didn't i think of that.....but it's ok since yamato hasn't appeared yet so i can adjust for this <3
also i'm overcome with the urge to write headcanons + side stories for romance in the red line, so if anyone has any scenarios or questions i'd be happy to answer ( ˶ËáËË” )
â summary. happy halloween! what spooky hijinks are you getting up to with you lover tonight? don't forget your costumes!
â pairings. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, law x fem!reader
â contents. !smut! fem!reader, costumes (all), grinding, kissing (luffy), degradation, light impact play, rough sex (zoro), bondage, collars (sanji), breast play, improper use of devil fruits (ace), roleplay, grinding (sabo), virgin kink, purity kink, roleplay, alcohol mention (kid), predator/prey kink, chasing, roleplay (killer), medical kink, roleplay, grinding (law) | mdni.
â a/n. had this sitting in my drafts unfinished since. well. you know. anyways enjoy this perfectly appropriate and thematicâNOT intended for a completely different holidayânew years piece! (^ 0 ^)
MONKEY D. LUFFY wears a pirate costume, and you get to be his treasure!
all luffy could talk about was how he wanted to be a pirate for halloween (again), and there was absolutely no way to convince him to be anything else. therefore, you had to come up with the perfect costume to match him, and you were not about to choose "pirate-but-sexy" for the nth year in a row.
you were, of course, decked out completely in shimmering colors. gold and silver necklaces, rings, and bangles covered your entire body, complete with more than a few sets of pearls on your neck. and to top it all off? a crown set atop your head, glowing regally with the help of the jewels embedded into it. all of this finery, and you were covered from head to toe in twinkling body glitter.
luffy was immediately blinded upon seeing you (as was everyone else who had the misfortune of gazing upon your glimmering form), but seemed standoffish for the rest of the night, rarely speaking but often rubbing a finger across your arm, leg, or wherever your skin was revealed, coating his finger in the fine, sparkling powder. it wasn't until you got back to the ship after the party that luffy decided to pounce.
"you're so shiny," luffy panted, squeezing your chest with his left hand and your ass with the other. his eyes were blown wide, enraptured by your glistening body. "and you're all mine."
a blissful sigh left your lips as luffy's bulge glided against your slit, in addition to his constant fondling of your body. a wet patch had begun forming on his shortsâmostly due to your own slick, but even he was contributing to the mess. you never expected him to be so entranced by your costume, but perhaps it was his inner pirate speaking.
"i'm glad you like it, luf," you said, moving your lips to meet luffy's. if it weren't for the glitter on your skin, you were sure luffy would have left an innumerable number of hickeys across your body.
luffy pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. "i need more," he gasped, seizing your body and pressing you down into the bed. suddenly, the thought of being covered in hickeys didn't seem impossible anymore.
RORONOA ZORO is wrapped up as a mummy, and you're about to raid his tomb!
you knew zoro wasn't going to put any effort into a costume, so it was up to you to find something he wouldn't try to strip out of. zoro was already used to wearing bandages (L) so it wasn't hard to wrap a couple around his arms, legs, and one across his head for good measure. your costume was far more detailed; a high-quality recreation of a certain gun-wielding, tank top wearing archaeologist.
from the start, zoro wasn't able to keep his eyes off you. the way you moved, the way you talked, the way you stood in that outfit was enough to make him twitchy all night (and his costume was not helping his predicament.) some partygoers speak to you normally, while others take daring glances at your costume. zoro is not pleased with either group.
really, the more he thought about it, this whole party and costume thing was your fault. by the time you get back to your shared cabin on the sunny, zoro is already peeling his bandages off, eager to be done with tonight. you, on the other hand, are enthusiastically helping zoro de-bandage himself. after all, it just means he has to help you disrobe afterwards, right?
zoro's fingers gripped the band your tight shorts, as if he was about the rip them off, only to squeeze your ass instead with his large hands. despite your request for him to help you undress, he seemed more eager for you to keep the outfit on.
"you should wear shit like this more often," he snorted, running one of his hands down your thigh, reaching the thigh strap and sneaking a finger around the elastic. zoro pulled on it, stretching the band and letting it thwack against your flesh.
you let out a moan, gritting your teeth at the sweet sting. zoro's hands were already up at your chest, ripping the buttons off your shirt and exposing your chest. a satisfied grin lined his face as he leaned back, bringing your hands down to his zipper.
"your turn to help me undress, babe," he said, letting you feel the hard tent forming in his tan pants. you steeled your resolve, accepting that this striptease was only just the beginning of tonight.
VINSMOKE SANJI is disguised as a handsome lion, and you're his ringmaster!
when the idea of a costume party was first conceived, sanji immediately floated matching costume ideas to you. "chef and cupcake" was a cute idea in theory, but you weren't looking forward to the execution. besides, you were incredibly excited to carry sanji by a collar for the night! probably not as excited as he was, however.
sanji behaved like a guard dog the whole nightâmaybe guard lion would be a better wordâchasing off pervs with a nasty look in his eye and giving you a nice, fuzzy shoulder to lean on after you had a couple glasses of punch. of course, mr. lion couldn't stop himself from whispering the pretty plans you two had after the party into your flushed ear.
your hands are all over each other by the time you get back onto the ship. only once you get into your room do your hands slip under the clothes and into the sheets. the costume you received came with some props that you initially had no use for, but sanji can find a use for any tool.
"toys are on the dresser," you gasped out as sanji sucked the side of your neck, the two of you practically stumbling into your room. sanji's shirt had been thrown to the ground while the buttons on your own were popped open, exposing your chest.
you threw yourself on the bed, arching your back and waiting for sanji to grab whichever toys interested him the most. seconds later he stood over you, holding a collar and whip in his handsâthe latter was a bold choice, you'd never expected him to take that one.
"i thought it'd be cute, having the ringmaster be subdued," sanji chuckled, fastening the collar to your neck with a click! "no need to brace yourself either, mon minou, i'd rather die than lay a hand on you."
with a skill you didn't know sanji had, he loosely tied the whip around your wrists, securing you to the headboard. "ready, mon amour? we're both in for a long night," he sighed in bliss, straddling himself over your lower half. next year, you were definitely using this costume again.
PORTGAS D. ACE is dressing up as a firefighter, and you're matching as his loyal dalmation!
at first, it was hard to convince ace to dress up as something antithetical to his position as fire fist, but after telling him he could be shirtless for the costume, he was 100% on board! he was also a fan of your costume, flicking your ears up and down and up andâ
the party was a blast, and ace was eager to show off your costumes to partygoers, making silly poses and taking plenty of photos. despite being a devil fruit user, ace also insists on being a real firefighter. as such, the deviant carries around a water gun to use whenever and on whoever he sees fitâeven spraying you straight in the chest, drenching your spotted costume.
your boyfriend quickly hands over his firefighter jacket, covering your body and escorting you to a bedroom to help dry your shirt off. ace's powers are almost idealâas long as you keep about 5 feet between you and the fire. luckily, his hands seen warm enough to help. and with a little persuasion, maybe you can find an even warmer part.
"a-are you sure this the best way?" ace stammered, his face so red it matched the beads around his neck. the clearly excited smile on ace's face betrayed his seeming apprehensionâthe pervert was clearly begging for you to keep going.
"maybe you're right," you sighed, pulling his warm hands away from your chest, much to his obvious disappointment. you slid off the bed and saddled yourself on the floor, sitting right between his legs.
"you locked the door, right ace?" you said, moving your hands to his zipper. all your boyfriend could do was nod his head frantically, his goofy smile reappearing as he shrugged off his boxers with your help.
"god, i fucking love you baby," he sung in pleasure as his cock went into your shirt, feeling his heat spread across your tits. throwing his head back in pleasure, ace made a mental note to dress up more often.
SABO wants to be a knight this evening, and he needs a princess to match!
no one else commits harder to a joke than sabo. and sabo's idea of a joke is wearing a full, authentic suit of armor to a party. likewise, he insists you wear an authentic dress to match. puffy sleeves, real silk, and fine lace adorn your body in such a tight way that it's almost hard to breathe. sabo just slaps your back (with a metal covered hand, ouch) and tells you it'll just be a couple hours. the two of you have done crazier things in the bedroom than this, he says. asshole.
he enjoys keeping his face covered by his helmet, then surprising friends and partygoers by flipping it up. and, as your knight, he insists on being by your side, protecting you from anyone who dare attack his princess! (like the maniac running around with a water gun)
after the party, the two of you are happy to shed your uncomfortable, but still very impressive, costumes. sabo gets his suit of armor off before you can even attempt to shrug off a shoe. but now that he's free from his metal prison, he's more than happy to help his princess undress.
"it would have been fun to try this at the party," sabo chuckled, forcing you to arch your back as he yanked on the lacing of your dress. "oops, that just made it tighter! my bad, sweetie."
"asshole," you managed to squeeze out, feeling sabo's bulge press closer against your ass. "just help get your princess out of this contraption." the bastard was getting too big a kick out of this, and all you wanted to do was get out of this damn dress.
a hand traveled beneath your skirt, flipping the fabric up and exposing your backside. "theres gotta be a zipper around here somewhere, right baby? any ideas?" sabo whistled, and you couldn't help but snicker at his comment this time.
"it's an older modelâcomes with a keyhole! but you need a pretty big key to get in." you wiggled your ass for emphasis, giggling at your own joke. from behind you heard a hearty laugh, followed by the sound of a buckle being undone. you figured you could stand being in this overly tight silk for just a bit longer. or at least until sabo ripped it off you.
EUSTASS KID begrudgingly accepts his devil costume, only as long his angel accompanies him!
from the start, kid isn't a fan of wearing a costume. only once you tell him about the party aspect does kid accept the idea of this "costume" you speak of. kid's regular attire fits the description of "devil" well enough, so all you do is add a horned headband and tell him to look extra red and evil for tonight. you, on the other hand, dress in as much white as possible, complete with fluffy wings and a halo to match.
at the party, all kid cares about is getting as hammered as possible. he's laughing with his crew, beer in hand with you sitting on his lap. despite his earlier attitude towards his costume, he seems to get really in character after a few drinks, making comments about how a "devil like him" got with an "angel like you," flicking your wings for extra emphasis.
by the time the party's dispersed, you're dragging an excited kid back to your shared room. he's handsy the whole way through, and his comments about your costumes have gone up a notch, clearly more interested than he was at the start of the night. kid's got plans in his head even before the door closes, and he's ready to enact these new fantasies.
"c'mere babe, 'wanna hold ya," kid laughed, falling into his chair. he patted his thigh, beckoning you over. the horns you made him wear at the start of the party still sat on his head, blending in with his hair and making him look like a real demon.
"hold me? like, cuddling?" you replied coyly, doing your best to play the part of "pure angel" as you sat in his lap. given the huge ass grin on his face, you took it as a sign that you were doing a splendid job.
"virgin angel needs a devil to teach 'er." kid slipped a hand under your dress, using his other hand to play around with your wings. "could rip these babies off, teach ya about pain and pleasureâthe two good things in life."
his breath was hot against your ear, and you shuddered as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. "i'm a fast learner," you gasped, leaning into his body. a part of you wondered how far kid would take this roleplay, but an even bigger part of you wondered how much of your costume would be left by the end of this long, long night.
KILLER is decked out as jason, and watch out, you're his final girl!
it's easy to get killer to dress up, mostly because jason's mask also has near identical holes to killer's usual mask. but he also has fun helping you dress up, cutting up and splattering your survivalist outfit with fake blood in order look the part. you have your own fun, playing around with different hairstyles like your boyfriend was your own personal doll. a doll caked in fake blood, that is.
the party was fun, and despite what your costumes suggested, you and killer were attached to each other the whole night. while killer would show everyone his new punishers, replaced with machetes to match his costume, you'd stick a straw through one of his mask holes so that he could sip.
on the way back to the ship with the rest of the crew, killer pulls you off to the side to whisper in your ear. his idea? you get a 30 second head start to run into the island, and then killer will be hot on your trail. a countdown isn't necessaryâyou start your sprint into the woods while your boyfriend's laugh echoes in the distance.
you gasped for air, ducking under branches and leaping over exposed roots. if it weren't for your combat boots, you'd surely have face-planted about five minutes ago. in the distance you could hear killer approaching, and he was doing it quickly.
with a flourish, you threw yourself against a tree, pretending to lean against it for support to catch your breath. in an instant, you felt your chest press against the tree, a large machete cutting into the trunk right beside you. killer's body pressed itself into you, and you could feel something else pressing into your body as well.
"caught you," he whispered into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. "you gonna beg for mercy, pretty girl?" killer's knee positioned itself between your legs, and you couldn't help but slightly grind on it.
"oh please mr. scary killer! if you let me go, i'll make it worth your while!" you cried out, unable to hide the sly smile on your face. cold metal touched your back as killer's machete cut open the back of your shirt. as eager as you were for the main course, you prayed that killer had something new for you to wear on your walk back to the ship.
TRAFALGAR LAW accepts his position as doctor, but only if he has his trusty nurse!
costumes aren't law's thingâhe's the type to value comfort over looks in nearly every situation. but he's already got a stethoscope in the medical bay and a lab coat in his closet, so it was meant to be! after you told ikkaku about your idea, she gleefully fished a skimpy nurse outfit from a box, complete with a nurse cap to match. once law sees you try it on, he no longer complained about having to wear his doctor costume.
law's nursing (lmao) a drink in his hand for nearly the whole event, always trailing behind you like a lost puppy who would rather be at home reading a book. eventually you find a couch you two can cuddle on while also catching up with some old friends. law pouts through most of it, setting his chin on your head while you relax on his lap.
back on the submarine, law just wants to be in his boxers and get to bed. as he's on the side of your bed, kicking off his pants, you approach, sliding yourself on his lap. you fiddle with the collar of his lab coat and run your fingers down his stethoscope, informing him that he needed to complete his physical exam before bed.
"you've got a bit of a fever, doc," you said, pressing the back of your hand against law's forehead. as you did so, you pushed your clothed cunt against the tent in law's boxers, eliciting a low moan from the man.
you tutted, "thats not a good sign, mr. trafalgar." you continued grinding against him, pulling gently on his stethoscope. "any idea what it could be, doc? i'd love to help, but it's hard to find the source of this problem."
"just," law hissed, his hips twitching upwards into yours, "keep doing that. keep moving your hips." law's mouth swept over your exposed collarbone, peppering harsh kisses into your skin.
"you got it, doc!" you said with cheer, slipping a finger into the band of his boxers and yanking them down. law's cock sprang free, and you allowed it to sit snuggly between your ass. if law's grip on your body was anything to go by, you were definitely on the right path for a cure.