#absolutely positively adorable... magical...

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note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you. If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.

After long, grueling months of work, they were finally getting their well-deserved rest. Their week-long vacation started today, and they were enjoying it by doing absolutely nothing. Jake was so exhausted—his muscles achingly tense after the release of his latest album—that he lacked the energy even to think. She, on the other hand, had just finished launching her own magazine. As a photographer for one of the industry's giants, her solo project had been a resounding success.

They lay in bed with the TV on, half-watching a series they’d started but never truly followed or paid attention to. They were so accustomed to the 24/7 grind that doing nothing felt like the best plan in the universe. She kept her eyes closed, breathing steadily, letting the peace wash over her. She wasn’t sleepy, just finally still.

Then, she felt the mattress dip as Jake leaned in, his warm lips pressing against her cheek. Without opening her eyes, she smiled, stroking his jawline; she adored her sweety Jakey, affectionate side. He peppered her face with soft, short pecks—her nose, her forehead—before settling on her lips. When she finally opened her eyes to offer a teasing look, Jake deepened the kiss, savoring the faint taste of the lipstick she’d worn that morning. He cupped her face, his thumbs grazing her cheekbones as the rhythm shifted—growing more desperate to consume her, more pleading for an attention she was willing to give without hesitation.  

"It's been so long since we had real fun... love."

She nodded, kissing her handsome boyfriend again. "I’ve missed my prince so much."

Jake smiled, teeth grazing his lip before he let out a shaky gasp. He kissed her again with a new level of desperation, as if it weren't enough; he craved so much more from his woman. "I want you to do whatever you want with me tonight," he blurted out against her lips.

She pulled back just a few inches, searching his eyes. "What? Say it again, Jake."

He sank back on his heels, lowering his gaze slightly. He was nervous—visibly so. Oh God, she swore she'd get wet right then and there. "I don't want to lead," he murmured shyly. "I want you to use me... tonight."

She let out a soft, low laugh, shifting to face him fully. She cupped his cheeks, squeezing them just enough to make his lips pout. Jake watched her with wide eyes, his pupils blown and bright, silently pleading for her to devour him without mercy.

"Good. Who am I to refuse such a well-behaved boy?" She caressed his cheeks, now flushed pink, and ran her fingers through his hair before kissing the top of his head. "From now on, you will obey everything I tell you. Right, Jaeyunie?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Good boy. Remember, my prince: we just need the magic word and everything stops. Because I promise you, I'll make you cry and beg tonight."

Jake nodded again. She ordered him to sit against the headboard while she left the room in search of—the special box. Jake waited impatiently, a mix of nerves and raw excitement. When she returned, she commanded him to undress. He obeyed instantly, his trembling hands reaching for his shirt and yanking it off in one swift motion.

"Slowly, prince. And look me in the eyes while you do it."

Jake swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. He guided his hands to the waistband of his pajama pants, sliding them down agonizingly slow. He didn't take his eyes off her for a second, barely even blinking. Once he was down to his boxers, she smirked victoriously at the sight of his clear arousal.

"My, my, love... I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already so hard for me. You really are the sweetest boy in the world. Take them off. No hands."

Jake managed to kick off his underwear, letting out a low moan when his length brushed against his thigh; he was painfully erect.

"Very good. Sit back, my love. We’re going to play exactly the way we like."

Once he was settled against the headboard and pillows, his girlfriend climbed on top of him, careful not to let their bodies touch or graze just yet. "Hands up, Jaeyun."

He raised both wrists above his head, watching with desperation as she secured them in dark leather handcuffs, tethering him to the bed and stripping him of any freedom of movement. She smiled down at him, gripping his jaw firmly to force his gaze upward. She kissed him hard, biting his lower lip at every opportunity. She let out a mocking little laugh when she saw him arching his hips, searching for contact.

"Look at you, Jae. You're so desperate for me, you look like you’re about to come without me even touching you. What do you want, my prince? Hmm? Tell me."

"I… I need you to touch me, love. Please… I need it. I need you so much."

"You need who?" she asked, leaning closer to her boyfriend's vulnerable, naked body, her hips almost grazing his length.

"You, Mommy…" With that, she kissed him frantically again, her hand diving down to the base of his cock. Jake shivered at the sudden grip, every hair on his body standing on end as her long nails and cold rings traced the entire length of him. She pulled away from his lips and pressed her thumb firmly over the opening of his tip; Jake's eyes snapped shut as a loud moan escaped him.

She let go of him instantly and delivered a sharp slap right there, making the poor boy beneath her thighs cry out. "You are forbidden from making a sound, Sim Jake. And I never told you to stop looking at me. Don't make me angry."

He nodded, watching her with eyes glassy from arousal, a small pout forming on his lips. She took him in her hand again and stroking him for a long time—slowly, torturously. She intentionally ran the tips of her nails over the protruding veins of his flesh and pressed against the opening once more. She watched him sternly, hunting for any slip of sound; the poor boy had to bite his lip so hard to keep his tongue from betraying him.

"Such a good boy."

She stepped away to undress, leaving herself only in her underwear—that black lingerie set Jake loved with his soul. A shiver of heat raced through him as he watched her look so devastatingly sensual, knowing he didn't even have the chance to reach out and touch her.

"Do you like what you see, Jakey?" He nodded frantically, remaining silent. "Good. Enjoy it, darling. Because in a little while, you won't even be able to do that."

She returned her hand to his aching cock and began to stroke him frantically, her grip tight as she pumped up and down. She watched him melt under her command, struggling to hold back his moans. He failed on the very last tug; a bolt of electricity shot down his spine to his core, making his thighs tremble. He came loudly and violently over her hand and his own abdomen. She let go and stepped back from the bed.

"I told you not to make a noise. You’re a bad boy... and bad boys deserve a punishment, my sweet Jakey."

She pulled a long, dark strip of fabric from the box. Climbing back over Jake—who was still struggling to catch his breath—she tied the blindfold over his eyes, leaving him completely submissive to her will. Jake thought she might finally mount him (or perhaps that was just his wishful thinking), but she had other plans.

Without warning—and amplified by the fact that he was now in total darkness—he let out a sharp moan, gritting his teeth as a sudden vibration hit the tip of his cock. His girlfriend was now using the very same vibrator on him that he usually used on her.

Without a doubt, this was the best day of his fucking life.

"No moaning, Jake." She moved the toy in circles around the sensitive, flushed head of his member, which was already slick with pre-cum again. She trailed it slowly down his length, letting it rest just beneath his testicles. It was on the lowest setting, yet Jake felt like he might lose control of his bladder right then and there. She lowered her head, peppering his length with kisses but never taking him inside her mouth. "I’m not going to suck it, so don’t even hope for that."

Jake couldn't help a low moan as the vibrations intensified. He could feel his muscles twitching under the buzz, his skin tingling with the onset of a second orgasm. When he moaned again, she responded with a sharp, hard smack against his cock. He gasped in surprise; he was so sensitive and weak that he felt as if a stray breeze would make him come again.

She struck him again, this time with a crop she’d taken from the box. With its heart-shaped tip, she caressed him, pushing her beautiful boyfriend over the edge once more. His lower abdomen tightened as he panted loudly, his release cascading over himself in a hot, frantic rush.

She swiped some of the semen from his stomach, using the leather of the crop to smear it up his sweat-drenched body. When she flicked his nipples, a shiver forced his legs to snap shut. She struck his inner thighs hard. "Open your damn legs for me, prince. Don't disappoint me."

She continued to toy with his body, giving him small, rhythmic taps with the crop until she reached his lips—pouted, swollen, and devastatingly hot. "Lick it," she commanded. And he did.

She tossed the vibrator and the crop somewhere across the room. Sinking her weight onto Jake’s trembling thighs, she kissed him again—this time, more gently, with a lingering tenderness. She ground her damp heat against his overstimulated length, and Jake let out a ragged pant, straining against the handcuffs that held him. She noticed. "What is it, prince? Do you have something to tell me, love?"

"Love, please... Please, Mommy..."

She pulled the blindfold from his eyes. Oh, those eyes. Jake looked completely undone; he was practically crying, his lashes damp and the corners of his eyes flushed a deep, pretty red. "Let me inside you... I need it."

She kissed him softly. "Are you sure, prince? Can you handle it?" He nodded with a pout, stretching his neck to seek her lips, but she pulled back. "No, no. I'm the one in charge today. But... I’ll indulge my boy. I love you, my Jaeyunie."

She pushed her lace panties aside and guided him in, taking his entire length as she sat down on him. "Oh... God... Y-yes, Mommy... C-can I be loud?" he pleaded, his bound hands instinctively twitching as they tried to reach for her hips, uselessly.

She nodded, kissing his pulse point. "Yes, my prince. Let the neighbors hear us. Let them all know that in this house, I’m the one who commands."

She began to ride him with a frantic pace, bracing herself against the wall in front of her, chasing the rhythm that made her see stars. But it was Jake who was truly seeing stars—moaning and growling loudly. His palms itched to touch her and his legs shook, but having his woman over him, riding him so ruthlessly, turned him on beyond words. The kisses on his sensitive neck were the final blow to his sanity. "Oh... Mhmm... Ah-ah... love, I'm... I'm close," he whispered breathlessly against her ear. She stopped instantly. "Love... no, please, I'm right there."

She made a silencing gesture with her hand. Leaning down to the level of his cock, she gripped the base with one hand while the other palm rubbed his tip with lightning speed. Jake let out a gut-wrenching cry, tears finally spilling over. "Oh God, Oh G-god... Mmg..." As his release began to fire, she guided him to her mouth, taking him in and swallowing every last drop. "Mgh.. Uhh... You're the best... I love you, I love you."

She smiled. "I love you so much too, my prince… What do you say? One last thing?"

He nodded. In truth, he was exhausted and utterly spent, but he could never say no to his beautiful girlfriend. She finally released him from the handcuffs, and Jake didn't hesitate for a second, his hands finding her waist as he devoured her mouth. He was hungry for her—he would never tire of being hungry for her.

"Fuck me on all fours, Jake. That's an order."

Jake smirked against her lips, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her panties down. "I’m here to please my woman..." He finished the thought by burying himself inside her, finally able to grip her hips and kiss her without end.

Jake would definitely mark this experience in his imaginary book of 'Things I must repeat at least twice a month with my girlfriend to be happy.'

ily so much anon for asking me to do this.

Before dating, he will show his affection by hugging you a little longer than anyone else, hanging out with you and talking a little louder and more than anyone else, show you specifically random things he finds exciting, and just try to be near you. It’s so obvious he likes you!

When dating, he will try his best to show his love for you; holding you, pecking your cheek, grabbing you tightly and not letting go like you’re a prize, or a five-course meal, but especially through buying you random items, or foods he thinks you’ll enjoy because food is the key to happiness in his opinion. :)

He will always take you on incredible yet dangerous adventures that scare you and yet somehow the both of you come out unscathed and adrenaline high! He's like magic! He can take you to the depths of hell and bring you out with a smile and a souvenir. He’s not the jealous type but he will undoubtedly get even at least slightly grumpy or pouty if he sees anyone else flirting with you. He'd give you these needy, sad, or grumpy eyes that say "What about ME?"

Absolute cuddler. Whenever the crew is busy doing something else, he will hold onto you like you’re a tree branch and he’s a sloth, talking about who knows what as you gaze at the sky. He’s great at telling you fun things, facts, stupid food descriptions, life goals, always keeping you excited and happy. Never a dull moment with Luffy, not even one. He’ll always try to get you to eat something he likes, then add another thing, and another because there’s just so many and he’s sure you’ll love it like he does. He’s just... unaware that you aren't physically capable of eating like him. (son im crine 😭)

His eyes say a lot about how he feels, and you can visibly tell when he craves your company, they widen in this adorable way. His curly hair is super soft if you caress it, and he has the cutest little smiles he lets out when you show him love in any way and form. He also gives you his hat sometimes if you get sad. It's a very comforting hat because you know what it means to him, and he gives it to you?!

Silliness aside, he is the yearning type. The teary-eyed, looking up at you, needy, whiny, sobbing mess, begging while you hold his face type. (Canon sight btw 😛) But he also jokes around a lot and tries to act all flirty so it’s a funny mix. If you kiss him, it will knock his breath away and he will reciprocate with no experience but a lot of breathy need. You usually lead and he will become hot and bothered from it, avoiding eye contact after.

Absolute optimist and future husband material guy. It would never be boring with him around and he will use his abilities that he got from his devil fruit to keep you safe for life. He’s positive he can pull it off.

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Scenario: You'd been itching to get him alone all damn day. He was eating something in the Going Merry while everyone else was outside buying necessities. You couldn't take it anymore and pushed him slowly yet firmly against a wall, gently tossing his hat to the side to avoid breaking it in any way. You grabbed the sides of his face and he looked up at you with those gorgeous, dark eyes when he realized what you were doing. His breathing quickened as he realized he was in for a needy make out and you kissed him slowly yet with quickening passion. He accidentally let out a slight whine when you grabbed at his hair. He grabbed you back and kissed you with a flirty smile. He was very vocal. And he was very yours.

Zoro

Soft dominant type. He’s kind of a tsundere at first and he has this tough, silent guy vibe about him but he’s actually just a softie. It took him a while to find out he likes you... like, like likes you, and even when he put the pieces together, he was still surprised about it. He didn't know why he liked you? Perhaps it's your constant awe of him. He will try and act indifferent about you but everyone knows and the rest of the crew will mock him about it but shut up when you enter the room. He will never say it out loud he shows off a lot during fights, knowing damn well you're always watching in awe of him, praising his swordsmanship. And if you praise his work a bit too much, he will look away awkwardly, not knowing what else to do. Yes, he’s capable of getting flustered.

Before dating, he will subtly show his affection, despite not being good at it. Sometimes he will smile at something stupid you say a little longer than he does to anyone, then glare if anyone (Sanji) notices. He will rarely get angry at you and the crew will notice, and he will give you stuff sometimes, not a lot, but more than he does to anyone, just enough to not be obvious.

When dating, he will try his absolute hardest to show affection. Nope... he's still not good at it. But a constant, tight, assuring grab of your waist and a sharp glare at anyone who stares at you is his way of showing his love. He's trying! He also tries to be nonchalant and show you something he likes or he thinks you'll like but he looks adorable when he’s excited. He buys you and only you stuff now and then and everyone just knows that’s the epitome of Zoro’s way of showing compete and utter love because he everyone knows he couldn't give a damn otherwise. >:]

He doesn't know how to do the dating thing. Most of his life he'd focused on his swords rather than souls. But he’s a simple guy, whenever he can, he’ll take you shopping or eating, to walks in nice scenery, but he will be awkward about it and it shows. He’ll typically ask you what you want to do, so you can make it less stressful for him, and more flexible for you. He's like a strange version of a prince charming if he had green hair and was stoic as hell. Every date with him would be so fun, and sometimes, once in a blue moon, he'd do something almost… reckless. He is most definitely the jealous type. If he sees someone being even a little flirtatious with his partner, he will get visibly pissed off to the point that the other person will easily get the hint. Hates the concept of anyone being too nice to his partner and he will shoot menacing glares, hands resting on his swords, especially if you seem to reciprocate in any way. If he's feeling really cocky, he'll grab you and French kiss you right then and there. He may not know why he likes you, but now that he does, he doesn't want anyone else getting in the way.

He's not exactly the cuddling type but he's not opposed to it, especially not when it's you. He likes the way your body feels against his and he likes the way you seek his warmth out. You make him feel like he is protection and safety and he likes that feeling. He randomly likes to look for you, find you, grab you, and carry you around whenever he needs some company or when he needs to train or do a boring task. He just likes having you there. He’ll plop you down and/or hold you as he works, rests, or naps. He will casually ask you how you are and will want to find out any new things about you or he will tell you about his own day and his little victories. He's great at saying things in such a chill, relaxing, yet sexy way.

His eyes are usually always stuck in that same, stoic yet sexy expression but they soften for you. And this man has the sexiest yet rare smile ever, and it comes out much more often around you. The way he sits around you and talks more around you, and the fact that he actually lets you touch his swords lets you know that he really does care.

He's like a tsundere, almost, and he likes to act indifferent about pretty much everything, but he may secretly yearn, especially when you leave him alone. He’s also the “pin you to a wall, take control of you” type. If you show affection, kiss him, caress him, it'll always stun him, leaving him not quite knowing how to react. It changes based on how he's feeling. Sometimes when it's just the two of you, he'll smile almost timidly and reciprocate, be gentle, kiss you, hold you, flirt. Sometimes when he needs to let off steam and you kiss him? You're not getting up from the couch for at least an hour. He usually hates people touching him, but he doesn’t care if you touch his muscles, hair, earrings; he enjoys your skin on his, small smirk curling at the side of his lips as his tough guy facade crumbles with your touch and funny comments, revealing a real smile that reaches his eyes and it's adorable.

Absolute sexy, strong future husband and future dilf vibes. No prince charming, more like a knight in shining earrings and bright green hair. Super tough exterior that melts for you. Best swordsman to keep you company, make you happy, and keep you safe.

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Scenario: He slammed a door, clearly pissed off about... who knows what. You peeked around a corner and you could see the gears in his head shift when he saw you as he changed his mind from going to punch something to devouring you instead. He grabbed you and pushed you down on the couch you were resting on, kissing you hungrily while holding the side of your face. Your breathing quickened and he smirked proudly to himself as you let out a whine. He nipped at your lower lip and down to your jawline. You were the best way to let off some steam for some reason and you weren’t getting up for a while.

Nami

Total dommy mommy type but with a specific soft side for you. She was angry mostly at herself for even liking you let alone be attracted to you. She's kinda grumpy and unsure of letting herself be attracted to you at first, but eventually she gives in. She can't help it! She's very good at keeping up her tough girl behavior but you know you're not crazy when she treats you just a little sweeter than anyone else. If you show affection back in any way, she will do a weird stoic stare, breathing slightly quicker, blinking a lot, she doesn't know how else to react and it’s sooo pretty. :)

Before dating, she will aggressively yet subtly show her affection, for example, she could be ranting about some guy that pissed her off as she passes the crew something random like snacks or gadgets, throwing you the best one while not acknowledging it, she's great at dodging acknowledging the subtle affection she was giving you. She will also instinctively rest near you, read a book or nap near you, again, not acknowledging it, just doing it silently.

When dating, she will smile around you a lot. Whenever she goes shopping or anywhere, she will wanna bring you along. She is not very good with affection, she will throw you gifts and trinkets she buys for you and curse when she realized she did it a little too harshly. She will hold you in silence and stare ahead awkwardly, and sometimes, just sometimes, she will laugh with you and confide in you when you're alone together.

Again, she knows how to pretend to be interested in someone to get what she wants but she's not very good at actual dating. She will take you on fun, simple dates. Shopping, eating, carnivals, anything fun. Yes, weirdly enough, Nami is pretty lively during dates, you can actually see her relax. While being sassy and feisty with everyone else, she genuinely flirts and laughs with you. She is so the jealous type and it will show. And, no, she won't try to be subtle about it, you're hers and hers only. She will throw sharp comments, glare daggers at anyone who's being a little too nice for her liking, and drag you away if she feels like it, all while throwing a sarcastic, dry laugh or rude comment. This woman does not give a fuck.

Not quite a cuddler, more of a snuggle-r. She'll seek out your warmth and closeness and lean on you if she reads a book or talks to you. That's how you know she loves you, she's all close and caring and you can just feel the genuine affection radiating off of her as she rants about the girl that stole the shirt she was going to buy, or she brags about the guy she haggled with at the store for cheaper shoes. She sucks at compliments but sometimes one or two will squeak out awkwardly and while her expression remains stoic, her bright red cheeks betray her.

Her beautiful bright blue eyes are usually stoic and still but her pupils widen when she sees you. Her pretty orange hair is breathtaking and if you touch it or compliment it, she will freeze up and it’s so cute. This girl has the prettiest smile that slips out against her will when you make a joke or comment a little too good to ignore. She looks so peaceful when she’s gently working on her world map or reading a book. She’s just breathtakingly beautiful.

She’s secretly a yearner but she denies it to herself until she meets you. She shuts herself off from everything and everyone but you unlock a side of her that makes her wanna explore more. She will be lonely if you aren't by her side but she doesn't want to admit it... She’s also the “sexy, tough, dommy” type and it’s so hot. She loves it when you're by her side, sharing peaceful silence, sharing each others' presence... If you show a little too much affection and kiss her just a little too passionately, you may actually cause her whole face to go red!

Total sexy, tough, future mommy wifey material. Every second with her would be so peaceful with its fair share of fun things. Everything's easier and more enjoyable with her around.

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Scenario: Nami is reading a book. You're by her side. You compliment her softly and she shuts the book, staring at your eyes. Before you know it, it's a competition of tongues and who can kiss more passionately. She pushes you to a wall and you turn the tables around and pin her back to a wall but then she does it again. Small chuckles and breathy noises leave your lips as you hungrily lap at each other in a steamy kiss that could make anyone feel like they were watching and hearing something they weren't supposed to.

Koby

Submissive as fucking whimper-y FUCK. This guy is literally capable of a whimper with just one touch. That's how he is. He’s trying so so so hard, his absolute best to be a good marine; tough, manly, strong like the others, but you’re a huge obstacle. You make him weaker than he already is! When he finds out he likes you, he lets out a grunt of frustration because he's super mentally conflicted as to why. Maybe he enjoys being treated like a helpless puppy... sometimes? He will try his absolute hardest to be a good marine (what a good boy 😛) but will give in to you instantly if you show any kind of affection. Head pats, stares for too long, any sort of caress or pat and his eyes will widen with strange, needy yearning as his face turns as pink as his hair. (fucking help me 😩) His feelings will be even more complex if you're a part of the Straw Hats, since y'know, he's a marine? Kinda like forbidden love.

Before dating, despite trying to avoid you, he will show his affection by listening to you speak, giving you quick advice, and melting into your strange touches that confuse him internally. He wants more, he thinks? He doesn't really know what to think! He will try to avoid you as much as possible but of course that only makes you curious and seek him out and tease him so much more. The more he tries, the harder he seems to fall. And with you intentionally pushing him around, grabbing him, caressing him, shushing him, telling him to do things, meeting up and finding him, he was falling more and he was so confused.

When dating, his face will be constantly pink almost all the time around you. He feels so weird about it but he cannot get enough. He especially can't get enough of the way you treat him, always following him and teasing him, taunting him and grabbing at him. He will buy you little, carefully thought out gifts and give them to you shyly while looking up and down nervously, and his shy behavior will only make you want to pin him down sp much more, obviously you can't do that every time he acts cute, you'd never get anything done! But it's very tempting…

For dates, he'll try his best to guide the way to some pretty places he thinks the both of you will enjoy, like chill festivals, pretty lit up grass fields, shopping, picnicking, etc. He likes to hear you go on a rant train of who knows what, like you tend to. He's a good listener (good boy), and he also likes talking softly to you about things he finds nice or interesting or sharing some new information with you in general. He kinda is the jealous type but he's not very aggressive about it, just slightly jealous and while he usually won't do anything about it, if he sees you chatting it up with someone he doesn't like, or someone that’s a little too close and straight up flirting with you, he will try to man up and he will get visibly pissed off and try to drag you away from them. (It’d look adorable btw his 5’7 ass tryna drag you away 😭)

TOTAL cuddler. Again, he's trying his best to be super manly and marine-like but if you drag him down and cuddle with him, he will melt and give in like a good boy (LMFAO). He will nuzzle into you and look around awkwardly, not wanting to acknowledge what he’s doing. He’s also the small spoon in spooning and it’s so cute. He wants to fight back when you coo at him and call him cute things but he just can’t. If you’re both trying to keep your relationship secret from the marines and/or the straw hats, you'd treasure every second in each other's presence. He'd look so cute complimenting you when you finally meet up with him after a day of avoiding the Straw Hats AND the Marines. You're so annoying to him purely because you know you make him weak. He can't take it.

His beautiful, big, blue puppy eyes widen and soften every time he sees you and it just makes you want him so much more in a split second. His breathing quickens whenever you grab at or run your hands through his beautiful, pink hair. It just brings out his eyes, and you think he is gorgeous. So pretty and soft looking. The prettiest smiles and/or giggles slip out against his will out of his pretty lips when you compliment him or call him things that make him flustered as hell. (😻) He just looks so cute when focusing on something, thinking hard, or when trying to be as marine-like as possible, or when he's reading a map, or trying to look tough. You could stare at him all day long.

He's such a submissive yearner. He’s so the “please, I need you” begging, whining type. Once he didn't interact with you for a while and he cursed when he realized that he's the attached type. His brows raise and his eyes are filled with need. He really didn't wanna be so needy and pathetic, but he can't help it! He needs to interact with you as many times as possible, you make him feel so good. But he's trying his absolute best not to admit it aloud, but of course, you exploit that and make him practically beg.

Gentle, soft, pretty, precious good boy. Total future loyal, puppy-like husband type. He'd be so good to and for you, and he'd try to make you so, so happy in any way he can and it makes you feral.

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Scenario: He's trying to say something but you're not listening as you push him back into a wall. No one was around, not really. All the people were in the center of town for who knows what. Some shitty event. You don't care. You spent the whole fucking day trying to get away from the others, annoying marines and anyone that was interrupting, so excuse you if you're terribly hungry for his lips right now. He tries to plead in that adorable, soft voice that you're gonna get caught but his eyes look into yours and see the hunger, then to your lips and with a whimper, he gives in the second you lock lips. You. Are. Hungry. You don't hold back, biting at his lower lip, trailing wet, sloppy kisses and bites down his jaw and neck and he's a nervous whimpering wreck as he tries to be quiet but it's hard when he's so, soooo vocal...

anyway so like i need that

badly like now

right g'bye. this tumblr acc is my fucking legacy.

that’s right, she cursed herself, remembering the idiotic promise she made to her brothers last night. what had [y/n] been thinking! she didn’t want to confess her sins, and never mind confessing them to her parents. she stifled a groan as she twisted and turned in her nivi, finally able to climb out and place her feet on the mesh floor of the marui.

the truth was, neteyam and lo’ak caught her in a very… vulnerable time. and she wasn’t really thinking for her future—moreso, she was willing to say anything to get her brothers to leave her alone. of course, the “anything” happened to be an idiotic promise to tell her parents everything: that she’d been sneaking out, and worse, that she’d been sneaking out to see aonung. oh, and when did she commit to making this confession? oh, that’s right. by the end of today.

dread settled in [y/n]’s chest as she slowly walked out of her family’s marui. sunlight hit her face, and she fought every urge to retreat back into the shade so her head could catch up with her feet. but, when she turned to look over her shoulder, her stomach dropped at the sight of her parents.

they were awake—she hadn’t even noticed them, although she was probably too wrapped up in her own worries—and seated around their fire pit. the flame was small, just enough to cook their breakfast without overheating their entire marui, a mistake that jake had made years back before [y/n] could even remember (although neytiri told the story enough that [y/n] would never forget it).

“rewon lefpom, maite,” neytiri greeted [y/n] with a soft smile. her mother was very rarely joyous these days—it was hard to be, considering she was miles away from her home, her family, her people—so, for neytiri to be smiling this early in the morning, even if it was small, was a wonderful sign. a positive indicator that life would be okay.

except for the fact that [y/n] would steal all that happiness when she finally told her parents of her terrible, reckless behavior—did her brothers do idiotic stuff? all the time. but [y/n]... she was supposed to be the good one. the one they didn’t have to worry about, the one who kept her twin out of danger, who listened to kiri, who helped neteyam, who entertained tuk.

the dread was getting heavier with each second that passed.

“hi,” [y/n] finally replied, forcing a smile onto her face, as artificial as it felt. she could feel her parents’ eyes on her—jake’s were scrutinizing, trying to read every bit of her body language, and most likely, trying to figure out if she was okay. if she was safe. neytiri, however, looked at her with concern. where her mate felt the need to protect his children and keep them alive, neytiri’s maternal instinct prompted her to make sure they weren’t just alive, but that they were alive and well.

“are you alright, maite?” her mother asked, eyes full of worry, and guilt flooded [y/n]’s chest. 

no, [y/n] thought to herself. i am like five seconds away from hurling myself into the sea. but, instead, she broadened her smile and shrugged. “i’m fine. just tired, i guess.” then, as she walked closer to the fire pit, she peered over the merki to find roasting fish. “and i guess a bit hungry.” although, that was a complete lie. she hated fish.

“really?” lo’ak’s voice came out of absolutely nowhere, and [y/n] turned to find her twin seated a few feet away, his hands busy as he fiddled with some random reeds, braiding and unbraiding them habitually. but, despite his apparent boredom, [y/n] knew her twin, and she knew the expression he wore was anything but innocent.

“yes,” she restated, anger lacing her tone as she shot a look at him. “yes, really, lo’ak.” sometimes, she wondered if she was sent as his twin to keep him out of trouble, or if he was sent here with the mission to make her life a living hell.

but, lo’ak just shrugged at her response. “huh,” he breathed, looking back at his hands, although his eyebrows remained high on his forehead. “thought you hated fish.”

[y/n] bit her tongue before she said something that she couldn’t take back, and instead took a deep breath. “yeah, well,” she hummed, sitting down beside her mother, who placed the strong smelling breakfast in her hands. she felt every urge to wrinkle her nose, to gag, to give it back and walk away, but she stayed strong. “it’s growing on me, i guess.”

later that day, [y/n] found herself stuck, once again, with her ever-hovering mother. the two of them were alone in their marui, weaving baskets like two well-oiled machines. they’d been in desperate need of storage, especially now that they were, well, fully moving into this place, it seemed. so, when neytiri had asked for help a few days prior, [y/n] of course volunteered.

now, she wished she hadn’t been such a kind and gracious daughter.

luckily, neytiri hadn’t wished to talk. the two, instead, sat in comfortable silence, almost hypnotized by their own fingers moving at impressive paces to finish these damn baskets. well, maybe a more correct statement would be, neytiri sat in comfortable silence. [y/n], however, was still drowning in guilt mixed with dread.

every few minutes, [y/n] feels the words on her tongue, and she’s so tempted to just… say it. to confess it, to tell her mother everything, but every time she looks up, every time she looks at her mother’s focused face, she lets her cowardice win.

she looks back down and keeps weaving.

this goes on for hours—endless and awful—and, by the end of it, [y/n] is suffocating. partially because she’s choking on her own words, her own truth, and also partly because the thought of getting in any trouble whatsoever causes her skin to heat up, her neck start to itch, her body to nearly shut down.

part of her wondered if it was just better to admit it so everything could end. the anxiety, the fear, the nerves. but, then again, that anxiety, that fear, those nerves… they were there for a reason.

[y/n] had been fully stuck in her own head, spiralling endlessly into what-ifs and worst-case-scenarios, that she hadn’t even noticed neteyam enter. he was watching her from afar, eyes furrowed in a sort of concern that mirror their mother’s, as she continued this endless cycle. weaving, stopping, looking up at neytiri, blushing a deep indigo, and looking down at her hands to continue weaving.

finally, her older brother had enough. “[y/n]?” he finally caught her attention (which, by the way, almost made her jump out of her skin considering she hadn’t even realized he was there).

“neteyam,” she breathed, a hand on her chest as she kept herself grounded. “do you need something?”

he gave her a look, and she, of course, instantly knew. “can we talk?”

she didn’t even bother fighting it. it wasn’t worth it, and by the way neteyam was looking at her, he would not leave her alone until she confided in him. sometimes, his generosity and kindness was a blessing, but other times… well, it was exhausting to be on the other end of his empathy if you really had no interest in talking about your feelings.

regardless of how much she didn’t want to talk to neteyam, though, [y/n] still found herself following him outside, until they were a few feet away—enough for neytiri to not be able to overhear.

“so,” he finally started, drawing out the ‘o,’ “you said you would tell them today.” it wasn’t a question, it was a very definitive, very irrefutable statement.

[y/n] still found herself questioning it, though. “did i really?” she gasped, pressing a mock hand to her chest. “i could’ve sworn i said next year, neteyam, silly me!”

“[y/n].” the look he gave her was pointed, and she found herself groaning, head dropped back so that she looked straight up into the sky.

“‘teyam,” she whined, looking at him with tired eyes that were begging for sympathy. “you know it’s easier said than done.”

neteyam only smiled at that, though, a hand pressing down on his sister’s shoulders. “yes, i know. even though lo’ak keeps saying you’re just a wuss.”

[y/n] couldn’t help but scoff at that remark, her arms now crossed across her chest. “me a wuss? why does he have to be such a prick all the time?” shaking her head, she suddenly realized, “you know what! you can tell him that he’s a wuss because he still hasn’t asked tsireya out. at least i am getting some action.”

at that, neteyam’s head rolled backwards as he let out a string of laughter. “you can tell him that yourself.”

then, she rose a brow. “uh, no. i already have enough confessions to make.”

dinner time came quicker than [y/n] hoped, but she knew it was probably for the best, because dinner time meant she could finally get this stupid shit over with and just tell her parents and hope she didn’t die as a result of it.

the food itself was… not great—another meal of fish—but, [y/n] had no appetite anyway. the entire meal, she picked at her plate, pulling the poor creature apart due to the anxiety that was ultimately disguised as boredom.

however, her disenchantment was quite noticeable to all those around her. lo’ak and neteyam watched her warily—they knew everything, so it was only slightly concerning. but, everyone else… well, it was weird to see [y/n], of all people, so bummed out. especially since she’d just been starting to seem to happy here.

finally, it was neytiri who asked. “[y/n],” she called for her middle daughter’s attention, and as the girl looked up, she could feel a pit open in her stomach. “are you alright? you haven’t been yourself all day.”

every part of [y/n] screamed at her to say yup, totally fine! and move on, but one look at neteyam and lo’ak, and she knew it was time to rip off the bandage. she paused for a moment, looking once at her mother, then her father, and then let out a long breath. “i’m fine,” she started, because she really didn’t want her parents to panic, “but… can i talk to you two? alone?”

the request was met almost immediately. instantly, jake and neytiri walked with their daughter outside (none of them really liked fish anyway, so they weren’t missing out much on dinner), their faces etched with concern the entire time. neytiri’s eyes were soft, concerned, and jake’s brows were furrowed down.

she’d seen those faces so many times, but they almost never in response to her. her stomach twirled.

“what is it, [y/n]?” jake asked, sitting down beside his daughter on the dock. “you know, you can tell us anything.”

she sighed, an ironic smile playing at her lips. “that’s what all parents say, isn’t it?” but, at neytiri’s unimpressed face at such a lame attempt of a joke, [y/n] shook her head. no more beating around the bush.

then, she took one, full, deep breath, before it all came spilling out. at once. “okay so a month ago or something aonung and i became friends and then we started becoming more than friends and like i know he’s been stupid before and he’s been rude to kiri and cruel to lo’ak but y’know their friendships are okay now and he apologized to kiri and he really isn’t a bad person. he’s really nice! and i just… i think i really like him, and i also started sneaking out to see him because that’s the only time i thought we could just be him and me without any stress until neteyam and lo’ak basically stalked us last night and forced me into confessing to you guys, so if you’re mad at me you should actually be mad at them because they made me do this.”

the silence after her confession was unbearable.

[y/n] squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for it—the disappointment, the anger, the lecture that would last for hours. her heart was hammering so hard she was sure they could hear it.

then—

her dad laughed.

not a loud laugh. not even really a laugh at all. more like a breath that turned into a sound, dragged out of him from sheer relief. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing a hand over his face. “that’s it?” he said quietly.

[y/n]’s eyes snapped open. “what?”

neytiri blinked, her ears flicking back in disbelief before she let out a shaky breath of her own. her hand pressed briefly to her chest, as if grounding herself. “ma eywa,” she murmured. “i thought you were sad. or sick. or that something terrible had happened to you.”

the words hit [y/n] harder than any scolding could have.

“you’ve been pale all day,” neytiri continued softly. “quiet. afraid. my heart has been heavy since morning.”

guilt flooded her all over again. “i didn’t mean to scare you,” she said quickly. “i just—i didn’t know how to say it.”

jake straightened, finally looking at her fully. his expression wasn’t angry. it wasn’t disappointed. it was tired, but warm. understanding in that way that made her throat tighten. “baby girl,” he said, “we were worried you were in danger. sneaking out is bad, yeah—but this?” he gestured vaguely between them. “this is… growing up.”

neytiri nodded. “you have been strong for so long,” she said, reaching out to brush her thumb over [y/n]’s knuckles. “you carry much without speaking of it. it is not wrong to want someone. to find comfort.”

[y/n] swallowed. “even if it’s aonung?”

neytiri’s mouth twitched despite herself. “your father was far worse.”

“hey,” jake protested immediately.

neytiri shot him a look. “you were reckless. loud. stubborn.” and when he grumbled an unintelligible response, she rolled her eyes. “in fact, you still are.”

that finally cracked it. a laugh bubbled out of [y/n] before she could stop it—short, breathless, a little hysterical. she brought a hand up to her face, scrubbing at her eyes.

“okay,” jake said gently, sobering. “here’s the deal. no more sneaking out. that part stops.”

[y/n] nodded instantly. “yeah. yeah, okay. that makes sense, i guess.”

“we want to know where you are,” neytiri added. “that you are safe.”

“i get it,” [y/n] said, softer now. “i really do.”

neytiri pulled her into a hug before she could think too hard about it, arms wrapping around her shoulders, firm and warm and grounding. [y/n] melted into it without hesitation. a second later, jake joined in too—awkward, broad, squeezing a little too tight.

for the first time all day, the knot in [y/n]’s chest loosened.

later, curled up in her nivi, she stared at the ceiling long after the marui had gone quiet. no more sneaking out, she told herself. i promised.

the thought lasted maybe five minutes.

because all she could think about was aonung. about how close she’d come to ruining everything out of fear. about how she didn’t want to end the day without seeing him.

“just this once,” she whispered into the dark, and quietly, she slipped out of her nivi and into the open air of awa’atlu. her feet carried her towards the water like muscle memory, getting just a bit faster with each step.

then, she saw him.

standing near the shore, arms crossed, staring out at the ocean like he was debating whether to give up and head back. his shoulders visibly relaxed when he spotted her. “you’re okay,” he said, relief plain in his voice, and the soft smile that settled on his lips was enough to make her realize that, even if she was breaking a rule, it was worth it.

“yeah,” she breathed. “i am.”

they sat together in the sand, close but not touching. she told him everything—about her parents, the confession, the rule. he listened without interrupting, jaw tight, eyes soft.

“you actually told them,” he said when she finished, a little stunned.

“yeah,” she shrugged. “almost threw up, but… yeah.”

he huffed a quiet laugh. “you’re braver than you give yourself credit for. i mean, i feel like you told so many stories of the forest where you ran away, where you were scared, but… well, i think what you did was pretty courageous.” when [y/n] gave him an unimpressed look, he held up his hands in mock defense. “i mean it! i know i offered to tell my parents last night, but… i still don’t know if i could.”

she laughed softly. “well, you’re mom’s terrifying, so i get it.”

“so is your mom.”

“yeah, you’re right.”

they sat in silence for a moment. then aonung turned to her, suddenly serious. “i don’t want to be the reason you get in trouble.”

“you’re not,” she said immediately. “this was my choice.”

their faces were close now. closer than they’d ever been. the ocean hummed around them, steady and endless. [y/n] watched, in anxious silence, as aonung gaze dropped to her mouth for half a second—long enough to make her stomach flip.

they leaned toward each other without any explicit decision. just… instinct.

it was slow. unsure. their noses brushed first, awkward and soft, and she almost laughed before his hand came up, resting at her wrist like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch more than that.

he paused just before their lips touched, a silent question hanging in the air. is this okay? he seemed to ask. she answered wordlessly, closing the gap between them.

the kiss wasn’t perfect. it wasn’t smooth. their timing was a little off, teeth bumping lightly before they figured it out. but when they did, it felt… real. warm. grounding. 

he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, breathing out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “okay,” he whispered. “yeah.”

she smiled, eyes still closed. “yeah.”

and when they finally let go, it felt like something had settled into place—nothing loud or dramatic. just right.

back in the sully’s marui, neytiri and jake laid wide awake. “she went out,” jake whispered to his mate, shifting just slightly so she nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

he could feel neytiri smile against him skin, breath warm as she spoke softly, “yes.”

neither of them moved to stop it. for the first time since leaving the forest, peace settled between them—small, fragile, but real. at least one of their children was finding her place in this new world. 

✦ dustin would be obsessed with you. Aside from your beauty — he gravitates towards people that are naturally kind and a little extra on the daily, so your energies would match so well!

✦ you’re the kind of girl who smiles before thinking about it. Dustin notices immediately and loves it.

✦ brags about everyone to you (ALL the time)

“She’s so sweet, and intelligent, she loves [singer name] and—“

“Dustin just roll the dice dude.”

or even

“My girlfriend said she’s proud of me.”

“Nice. What’s your order, sir?”

✦ you listen to his science rambles, like actually listen, nodding your head, asking questions with bright eyes like if it were the most interesting thing ever. He falls so hard for you

✦ you’re affectionate without even realizing it, leaning into him, resting your head on his shoulder, holding his hand, grabbing his arm. Dustin always blushes but never pulls away

✦ “you’re really smart you know that” Boom. Made him more confident

✦ you’re the person he searches each room for, you’re the first person he hugs and he smiles to. He loves being your person

✦ you called him “Dusty” once, he acted offended but absolutely loved it

✦ if like a golden retriever, your love is shown through gifts; whether it’s homade, store bought, dustin does not care. He has a box full of your letters, drawings, gifts, whatever in his closet and looks at it every time he’s feeling sad

✦ you’re able to find the positive side in everything, so whenever Dustin is feeling down, you just caress his cheeks or hug him and comfort him so well he’s convinced you have magic powers

✦ you laugh at his jokes before he even finishes them and he notices. Every. Single. Time.

✦ he talks faster when he’s excited and you always wait for him to finish, never rushing him.

✦ if you two met when you were children (pre-s1) Dustin would gravitate towards you because you have this energy of making people feel welcomed without even trying. Whenever he would get bullied on the kindergarten playground you’d protect him with your LIFE. Just pure puppy love.

✦ he runs to you whenever he needs comforting or someone to yap to, he relies on you and you’re definitely an important person for him.

✦ after eddie’s death he spends hours in your arms crying his eyes out, you just play with his curls gently and rub his back

“It’s okay my love, let it out. It wasn’t your fault”

✦ whenever you even remotely HEAR someone talking shit about dustin, you make them wish they were never born; wether it’s verbally or physically, you beat them up. And Dustin absolutely adores that in you.

“YEAH! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND SUCKER!”

✦ for example, if you walked in on andy’s gang beating dustin up at the grave yard, they would’ve PISSED themselves. They always took you as this innocent girl and mocking you for it, so when they find you defending your boyfriend and become super threatening, they’d scatter away like cockroaches. Dustin would be so impressed he couldn’t even speak.

✦ after you defend him, while you were patching him up, he’d joke around with a tired smile on his lips

“Remind me to not get on your nerves, yeah sweetheart?”

✦ “Y’know you didn’t have to do that, right?” “I wanted to.”

✦ and with that, you’re the only person during season 5 who he’s not completely sarcastic to, or doesn’t push away totally, because you’re nice to him and you’ve never find him weird for grieving. You always stay by his side.

✦ in fact, you play an insanely important role for dustin in s5. Even though he’s considered an “asshole” you never stop being nice to him, and he’s literally in love with you for that.

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