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Michael knows how quick (reader) gets tipsy so when she goes out with friends and drinks one too many after him telling her to be careful, her friends call him so he can come and pick her up to which he finds her stumbling around, where he has to help her, although he is a little disappointed, he can’t help but smile at how safe she feels around him whilst this drunk

idk I feel like something along the lines of this could be cute and fun, I love ur work btw!!!!!

Drunk

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summary: you go out with your friends and get drunk so your boyfriend, Michael come take care of you!

warnings: fluff mention of alcohol, kissing, soft michael, pet names.

a/n:thank you so much for the req!! and thank you all so much for all the support ive gotten in the last 2 days that’s actually crazy!! enjoy loves. and as always, send reqs dont be shy!!

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10pm.

you: hey bby

you: going out with the girls

tonight! just letting you know

micky: aight, be careful

micky: dont drink to much yeah?

you: michael.

micky: just warning you, have fun Y/N

you rolled your eyes at his message— what? he thought you were some

baby that couldnt handle some tequila or something. you clicked your toungue.

The night moved quickly, you danced and at the begining, you declined the glasses your friend offered you before completely loosing it, everything became blurry.

Sarah, your best friend held you against her shoulder, herself half drunk but sober enough to know that she needed to call your boyfriend, michael.

the phone rang 4 times before he picked up. "Y/N?" his voice was thick with sleep.

"Michael, hey! its sarah, Y/N’s a little drunk, think you could come pick her up?"

on the back we could hear you giggling alone. "is it michael?" you said leaning into the phone "baby?"

sarah handed you the phone laughing. as you took the phone you heard michael already working on the lock of his front door.

"Y/N? comin in 10, stay careful for me yeah" he kept you on the phone while sarah went back with your other friends, keeping an eye on you.

"missed your voice.." you said against the phone.

"dont do that. im mad." he said but you heard by his voice that he was smirking.

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"tell sarah to help you out okay? Im right outside."

You just walked up to sarah and she walked you out, waiting until she saw you fell in michael’s arms, only then she walked back inside.

"Baby.." you said, falling into his arms, trusting him completely. he catched you easily.

"Y/N.. youre completely spent. seriously. Im mad." he sighed. he opened the passenger door, sat you.

"you smell good.." you said as he buckled you in.

"Y/N." he scolded, he closed the door and quickly jogged around the car, sitting in the driver’s seat. he turned to you.

"I missed you.." you repeated, hand found his cheek softly, his eyes were still half closed with sleep.

"thats the third time you said it at least."

"you didnt?"

"ofcourse I did—"

"you hate me."

"Y/N" he had to press a finger on your lips to stop you from talking. "I love you, I missed you too and yes, youre the prettiest."

your eyes widened slightly, you smiled and kissed his finger gently. "you love me.."

"mo’ than anything." he kissed your forehead softly, his hand found your thighs.

"wait— michael?" you grabbed his jaw as he turned to turn the engine on.

"mh?" he looked at you softly, listening to you fully, his lips tugging up at the corner.

"can I stay at yours? my bed feels cold.." you added, justifying how you didnt just wanted to have your boyfriend to cuddle for a full night. definitely not.

"fcourse you can.." his head turned, pressing a kiss to your palm. he turned back to face the road, turning the car on, pulling out.

you looked. admired his profil, slowly your fingers traced his adam apple, you felt him swallow.

"something interesting there?" the corner of his mouth tugging up.

"Im lucky.." you said, fingers going down to his collarbone now. "the luckiest.."

"lucky? for what? having the nest boyfriend?" he chuckled, eyes still on the road, throwing you occasional glances.

"yeah.. the handsomest, most gentle, most toughtful and sexy boyfriend ever.." you chuckled, your fingers moved to move his hair out of the way, you leaned up to kiss his neck.

"Y/N!" his breath catched, caught offguard, he pushed you back slightly. "youre drunk baby, dont do that love" his hand found yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand, reassuring, present, loving.

he pulled over at the parking of his appartement, his hand let yours go, your hand followed his as he pulled back. he jogged around the car again to open your door.

"want me to pick up or youre gonna do your act of how youre an independent woman?" he teased, waiting.

you extended both arms, sign for him to pick you up wich he did immediately, a arm under your knee while the other was behind your back.

"comfortable love?" he pressed a kiss to your forehead softly.

you nodded, resting your head against his chest.

he closed his car and walked towatd the elevator. "youll want something to eat? ive got reese’s" he said, looking straight forward, acting innocent knowing they were your favorites.

"ofcourse I do!" you kissed his chin, the only thing within reach.

"my chin?" he rolled his eyes and kissed your lips before walking out the elevator. slowly, he slid you off his arm, making sure you could stand, he took his keys out and unlocked his door. pulling you in.

you let out a breath as he pulled you into the familiar appartement, your jacket hanging.

quickly, he locked his door and put your hair up in a messy bun, knowing how you hated having your hair in your face. "shower?"

you nodded no. "jersey.." you said yawning.

he chuckled, he sat you on the chair of his kitchen and walked out. he came back with his jersey, he helped you take you shirt and bra off, no touch feeling sexual or volunteer. he was just helping his girlfriend. yet he pressed a kiss at your cleavage. he put his jersey on you. "youre beautiful."

you smiled. "youre so cheesy."

"look at how bad Im treated! telling you how beautiful you are and you telling me im cheesy?" he stood you up slightly, sliding your skirt down.

"im a monster!" you teaseda, giggling, his knuckles tickling your thighs.

he turned around, filled a glass woth water and held it to you, as you picked it up he was alreasy searchinf the reese’s he promised.

your eyes lights up. you took one he handed you,

"but tomorrow, when youre sober. we re talking about how you need to slow down on drinking." he said, scolding but still soft.

"youre mad..?" you said while biting on the chocolate.

he rolled his eyes "so mad." he chuckled. he picked you up again, walking you to his bedroom, slowly, he layed you down on his bed.

your whole body relaxed and you stilled there a minute before sliding under the covers.

michael took his shirt off and slid next to you, his arm wrapping around your head, pulling you into his chest. instinctively, you threw a leg over his.

"good night.." you kissed his chin again. "thank you for tonight baby…" you added quietly.

"anytime, sleep now. your head will hurt enough tomorrow."

SYNOPSIS:you and michael want just one romantic night

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI mentions of parenthood

reader is non descreptive except being fem (obviously)

After blanket was born life changed a lot blanket wasn’t like his siblings he was quiet and calm when left alone but you having two toddlers prince being 5 and Paris being 4 they wouldn’t leave him alone constantly  trying to play with him when he was sleeping or waking him up you knew they meant no harm but after an hour of rocking him to sleep your arms were numb until his fingers stopped holding the bottle as you laid him gently in the crib you dimmed the lights you saw prince standing Infront of the bedroom with a sippy cup in hand “I wanna play with the baby” he said sippy cup in hand that sippy cup looked like it went through hell you took it from his hand “no prince he’s sleeping”  he stomped his foot before being picked up by Michael “bad prince” he said while tickling him and carrying him into the room   

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You walked into the living room to see your favorite movie on the titanic  you sat on the couch as Michael brought popcorn “what’s all this for?” you asked as he sat down next you popcorn bowl in hand “you seemed tired putting blanket to bed so thought wed have a movie night” you smiled he always had ways to cheer you up after a long day of chasing after prince you shifted as you laid your head on his chest and ate popcorn you and Michael had a schedule when he wanted sex a movie or activity then it would progress slowly, now you just rested watching the movie thinking the night was finally over 

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Then as the film was progressing you had a blanket over you both as you ate popcorn then was “paint like one of your French girls” scene then you heard it the clattering of plastic you and Michael both turned around and there it was little prince his eyes widened as it was glued to the screen Michael reached for the remote pausing it “prince why aren’t you in bed?” no answer Michael looked at you then back at prince “come prince we need to have a nice long talk” he said walking with him holding his little hand you sighed you decided to just pour a cup of wine this would be one hell of a night

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After almost 30 minutes Michael came back out by then it was already 2am  you decided to fast forward it a bit as he sat down on the couch with the blanket over both of you your hand started to move slowly specifically near his crotch you teased him through his pants “you sure they’re asleep?” you said kissing his mouth your tongue intertwining  “yea waited till prince  was fast asleep” he said kissing down your neck his hands wondering to unclasp your bra and holding your breast in his hand massaging it you moaned slightly his kisses soft and gentle leaving tiny love bites he slid off your panties his finger massaging your clit and then he got on his knees kissing alongside your vulva while his thumb was on your clit as he ate you like it was the last supper

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Now you were in the bedroom his hand roaming your body as he held you his pants were of leaving only his boxers you slipped them off with your feet seeing his erection “jump” “what?” “jump” and jump you did he held you against a wall thrusting into you as he sucked on your breasts then in the midst of it all you heard it the baby monitor blankets cries filled the room you both sighed you hoped he’d calm down maybe cry himself to bed but Ater 5 minutes he didn’t stop Michael was still in you as you kissed his cheek you both sighed then there you were hair messed up in a robe bottle feeding blanket Michael took a picture of that moment and never let you live it down

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NEED ft. Caleb | smau + drabble!

➜ elo talks! 𖹭 : my first request!! I wanted to posted this immediately! Thats why it's kinda short..? I hope thats okay! And also I didn't know if u wanted smut or fluff but I'm not that confident to make full smut yet, so I just made smau & drabble I'm sorry! But I hope this makes your day a little better! ^^

Cw : pure fluff w a bit of cursing, and ur boss disappeared outta nowhere cuz caleb is crazy like that:3

Reblog, comments & likes are so appreciated applez!!

After long hours of work and torture from your boss, you finally made it home. You open your apartment door and the smell of caleb's cooking instantly hit your sense of smell.

You managed to let out a tired smile before setting down your bag and hugging him from behind, "Pips? You're finally back" He turns to you with that smile that always gave you. He hugs you back—a little tighter than he usually does, but honestly you could melt into his arms and he wouldn't even care.

He slowly puts his hands on your waist and lifts you up to the counter, he pulls back your hair behind your ear and started planting kisses on your face. You giggled "caleb! " he smiles before crossing his arms "what? It works wonders before when we were kids, tell me is it still working now?"

**toji fushiguro x reader**

**warnings:** smut, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, mean!toji, possessive behavior, brief aftercare

**word count:** 1.2k

**tags:** #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #fushiguro toji #mean!toji #rough sex #overstimulation #degradation kink #possessive behavior #aftercare

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the sound of the deadbolt sliding home was your personal symphony, the final note to a day composed entirely of chaos. you stumbled into the apartment, dropping your briefcase with a thud that made you flinch. every muscle screamed in protest, a dull, persistent ache that had settled deep in your bones.

he was there, a sprawling monument of muscle and indifference on the couch, one arm thrown over the back, the other holding a can of cheap beer. the flickering blue light of the tv cast sharp shadows on his face, highlighting the jagged scar on his lip. toji didn't turn his head, but his eyes, sharp and green, cut over to you.

"look what the cat dragged in," he rumbled, taking a long drag from his can.

"don't start," you groaned, kicking off your heels. "i'm not in the mood."

he finally graced you with a full look, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. "you're always in the mood for something." he patted his thigh. "get over here."

it wasn't a request. you sighed, but your body was already moving, drawn to him like a moth to a dangerous, captivating flame. you clambered onto his lap, straddling him, your work skirt riding up your thighs. his hands immediately came to rest on your hips, his grip firm and possessive.

"tense as a damn wire," he observed, his thumbs digging into the tense muscles of your lower back. you couldn't stop the moan that escaped you, a mix of pleasure and pain. "what'd they do to you now?"

"the usual. ran me ragged. treated me like a machine," you mumbled, resting your forehead against his shoulder. the smell of him—sweat, beer, and something undeniably *toji*—was intoxicating.

"machines break," he said, his voice low near your ear. one of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair and yanking your head back, forcing you to look at him. his eyes were dark, swirling with a hunger that made your stomach clench. "you ain't a machine."

then his mouth was on yours, and it was anything but gentle. it was a punishing kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues. he bit your lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp. he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth with a brutal, dominating force. this wasn't comfort; this was a claiming.

his other hand tore at the buttons of your blouse, sending them skittering across the floor. he didn't care. he ripped the flimsy lace of your bra, the fabric giving way with a sharp sound. his mouth left yours, latching onto a hardened nipple with a rough, sucking pressure that made you cry out. his free hand kneaded your other breast, his calloused palm a delicious abrasion against your sensitive skin.

"toji," you gasped, your hands gripping his broad shoulders for leverage.

"shut up," he growled against your skin. he was moving with a sudden, brutal efficiency. in a display of strength that still made your head spin, he lifted you, flipped you over, and slammed you down onto your back on the couch. he was on you in an instant, yanking your skirt and panties down your legs and tossing them aside with careless disregard.

he shoved his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, thick, hard, and already leaking. there was no preamble, no teasing. he spread your legs with his knees, notched himself at your entrance, and drove into you with one merciless thrust.

a strangled scream tore from your throat. the sudden, overwhelming stretch burned, a perfect, exquisite pain that stole your breath. he gave you no time to adjust, no quarter. he set a vicious, punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to rattle your teeth. the couch groaned in protest with every brutal thrust.

he was fucking you like he hated you, like he was trying to fuck the entire day out of your system and replace it with nothing but him. one hand was braced on the arm of the couch above your head, caging you in, while the other gripped your hip so hard you knew you'd have fingerprint-shaped bruises tomorrow. the thought only made you wetter.

"look at you," he grunted, his voice a ragged, guttural sound. "taking it so good. this is what you needed, wasn't it? to be fucked stupid."

you couldn't form words, only broken cries and whimpers. the pressure was building inside you, a tight coil of heat and tension in your core. he shifted his angle slightly, and with the next thrust, he hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

"there it is," he smirked, a cruel, knowing look on his face. he targeted that spot over and over, his movements precise and devastating. "gonna come for me, dollface? gonna make a mess on my cock?"

his thumb found your clit, rubbing it with a harsh, fast pressure that was almost too much, but not enough. it was the final push you needed. the coil inside you snapped, and your orgasm crashed over you with the force of a tsunami. your back arched off the couch, a silent scream on your lips as wave after wave of intense, blinding pleasure wracked your body. your walls clenched around him, pulsing and fluttering.

but he didn't stop.

if anything, he fucked you harder, riding out your orgasm, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. he chased his own pleasure through your oversensitive body, the stimulation bordering on painful but so, so good. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all.

"thought you were done?" he snarled, his face a mask of concentration and lust. "we're not done 'til i say we're done."

he suddenly pulled out, leaving you feeling shockingly empty and exposed. before you could even process it, he had manhandled you onto your hands and knees. he kicked your legs wider apart and slammed back into you from behind, his new angle allowing him to go even deeper. he gripped your hair, pulling your head back, forcing your spine into a painful arch.

"this is what you look like when you're broken," he panted in your ear, his hips a relentless, pistoning blur. "all fucked out and useless. it's a good look on you."

the second orgasm built faster, a sharp, desperate peak. his hand snaked around your body, his fingers once again finding your clit. "again," he commanded. "come for me again."

and you did. it was a sharper, more intense orgasm than the first, a violent contraction that left you shaking and boneless. your arms gave out, and you collapsed face-first into the couch cushions. this time, he followed you, his rhythm finally faltering as he buried himself deep inside you with a guttural groan, his own release pulsing into you in hot, thick waves.

he stayed there for a moment, his heavy body pinning you down, his ragged breaths the only sound in the room. then, with a grunt, he pulled out and pushed himself off the couch.

you lay there, a boneless, trembling mess, barely conscious. you heard him pad into the bathroom, the sound of running water, and then he was back. you felt a rough, damp tugging at your thighs. he was wiping you clean with a warm, wet paper towel, his movements brusque and efficient, devoid of any gentleness.

"tch," he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he wiped away the mess. "making such a goddamn mess."

he tossed the used paper towel towards the general vicinity of the trash can, missing entirely. he then grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and, with another irritated "tch," draped it over your limp form. it wasn't a gentle gesture; it was more like he was covering up an inconvenient object.

he collapsed back onto the couch, not beside you, but in his original spot, and picked up the remote, flicking the tv back on. he didn't look at you, didn't say another word. he just cracked open another beer and took a long swallow, his attention seemingly fixed on the screen.

but you knew better. you could feel the weight of his awareness on you, a silent, possessive presence in the room. and as you drifted off in a haze of satisfied exhaustion, you felt a strange sense of peace. this was toji's way. it was rough, it was crude, and it was mean. but it was yours. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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**#jjk #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji smut #jjk smut #fanfiction #fanfic #degradation #mean!toji #possessive toji #overstimulation #aftercare #adah's asks

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Luke Hemmings x girlfriend! reader

scenario : Luke tries to convince his sleepy and reluctant girlfriend to join him for a morning run. warning : none – pure fluff. note : English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes or weird phrasing that slipped through. Thank you for reading, and I hope you still enjoy it!

"Why are you doing this to me? you whined, voice still thick with sleep, buried under the blanket.

“Did you already forget what you told me yesterday?” Luke replied with that infuriatingly calm tone he always used when he knew he was right.

“That was yesterday. Today’s a new day, so…” You waved your hand lazily out from under the sheet, like that could dismiss the entire conversation.

For the past half hour he’d been gently shaking you awake, radiating that annoyingly healthy energy only Luke seemed to have at six in the morning. He kept insisting you’d “agreed” to go for a run together. According to him, you’d said yes. Twice.

A long, sigh escaped his lips. You heard his muffled footsteps approach the bed again until the mattress dipped under his weight.

“Fine… you leave me no choice,” he whispered, sounding way too amused.

Before you could process the veiled threat, the blanket was ripped away in one swift motion. The cold air hit you like a slap. You lunged desperately to grab it back, but it was already too late—his strong arms wrapped around your waist and, in one fluid movement, he hoisted you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Luke! Put me down right now! I don’t want to go!” you yelled, weakly pounding his back with your fists while he carefully carried you down the stairs.

“Stop hitting me.”

“Not until you put me down.”

“I’ll put you down when I finish going downstairs.”

“Do you really think I won’t just climb right back up the second my feet touch the floor?”

“Do you really think I’m going to let go of you once you’re on the floor?” he shot back, completely unfazed.

“Luke.”

“You promised.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“But I asked seriously.”

Your feet finally touched the cold living-room floor. You tugged your pajama shirt back down where it had ridden up.

“I was distracted. You took advantage of my vulnerable state,” you accused, pointing a finger at him.

The tiny click of nails on the floor announced Petunia’s arrival. She appeared in the kitchen doorway, staring at both of you like she was judging the entire morning chaos.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

“I asked you twice to make sure. Both times you said yes.”

And then it hit you with painful clarity.

Yesterday afternoon you’d been sprawled on the couch, surrounded by messy notes, desperately trying to catch up on assignments you’d procrastinated into oblivion. Luke had mumbled something about “we could go for a run together, you in?” You, eyes glued to your screen and brain on autopilot, had thrown out a casual “yeah, sure, I’m in” just so he’d leave you alone.

Hours later, when you finally closed your laptop and dragged yourself to bed, he was still awake. You collapsed face-down and shut your eyes almost instantly. You vaguely remembered him murmuring something else… and you mumbling yes again, half-asleep.

“Luke… you know I’m terrible at running. I’m out of breath in three minutes. It’s not my thing.”

“But you can start today. I’ll help you. Step by step.”

“No thanks. I’m happy like this,” you said, turning decisively toward the stairs.

You didn’t even make it to the first step. His hand caught your wrist—gentle but firm—spun you around, and suddenly you were inches apart.

“I promise I’ll go next time.”

“That’s what you said two days ago.” His expression was the perfect mix of amusement and tender disbelief.

“That wasn’t me, that was zombie-me.”

A low laugh rumbled in his chest. He was already used to your excuses. He leaned in and pressed a slow, warm kiss to your forehead.

“What am I going to do with you?” he murmured against your skin. “Fine… but you’re not getting out of it next time. Promise.”

You nodded, still feeling the tingle from his kiss. You watched him crouch down to give Petunia quick ear scratches before heading out the front door.

“How about you come sleep with me instead?” you whispered to Petunia.

She stared at you for three long seconds—like she was silently judging you—then turned and disappeared down the hallway.

You stood there a few more minutes, torn between the warmth of the sheets and the horrifying mental image of yourself trying to keep up with Luke while running. Finally, with a resigned groan, you made a decision.

It was a terrible one.

Exhausted.

That word summed up your entire existence right now.

You’d been awkwardly jogging down the streets for a while, breath coming in ragged gasps, legs feeling like they were made of concrete. Every step reminded you of all the times you’d said “I’ll start tomorrow.”

Finally you spotted him in the distance: standing still, hands on his hips, catching his breath. You took advantage of the pause and “sped up” (what you considered speeding up) until you reached him.

“Luke!”

You raised a hand begging him to wait, then bent forward, hands on your knees. Air rasped in and out painfully.

“I think… I think my lung is about to come out.”

He let out a genuine laugh and gave your back a gentle pat.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure out how to put it back in,” he teased, carefully brushing sweaty strands of hair off your forehead. “How long have you been going?”

“I don’t know… half an hour?” you exaggerated.

“I’ve only been out for fifteen minutes.”

“Well, it feels like forever. I almost passed out twice.”

He shook his head, still smiling, clearly entertained.

“Since I basically did cardio looking for you… that counts as running, right? Done. I fulfilled my part.”

“You’ve got a point, but…” he dragged the word out mischievously, “you didn’t run with me. That was the whole point.”

“Oh my God, Luke! I almost died and you still want more?”

Despite his laughter and calls after you, you turned dramatically and started walking back home. Every muscle screamed in protest. You decided you weren’t leaving bed for the rest of the day.

This was definitely not your thing.

Luke caught up in four long strides and fell into step beside you, glancing sideways.

“The important thing is you tried. We can go again another day, slower. No pressure.”

“No thanks. This was the last time I ever run.”

“You jogged.”

“Jog, run… I almost fainted either way.”

“Okay. I have a proposal.”

You both stopped. Turned to face each other. You gestured for him to go on.

“If you come running with me… I’ll make breakfast.”

You narrowed your eyes, pretending to think deeply while scratching your chin.

“Pancakes?”

“As many as you want. But only on the days you actually come with me.”

The offer was dangerously tempting. You hated cooking in the mornings and almost always left it all to him anyway.

“Deal,” you said, sticking out your hand to seal it.

Instead, Luke tapped his cheek with one finger.

“We’re sweaty,” you protested.

“I don’t care.”

You ignored him and kept walking, hearing his comment about how the deal wasn’t official until you gave him a kiss.

You smiled to yourself, already knowing you’d cave eventually… like always.

Shadows of Secrets

When Heat catches you and Killer in a heated moment below deck, the Kid Pirates’ chaotic crew erupts with reactions, exposing your secret romance.

killer x gn! reader | one shot tags: fluff, sfw, secret relationship, getting caught a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward word count: 2k

masterlist | ko-fi

The Victoria Punk rocked gently on the open sea, its creaking hull a constant reminder of the Kid Pirates’ relentless journey through the New World. Below deck, in the dim, cramped storage room where barrels of rum and crates of supplies were stacked haphazardly, you and Killer stood pressed against each other, hidden in the shadows. The faint glow of a lantern swayed above, casting flickering light across Killer’s masked face. His hands, rough from years of wielding heavy weapons, gripped your waist, pulling you closer as he tilted his mask just enough to expose his lips, meeting yours in a heated, stolen kiss.

Your fingers tangled in the long blonde strands spilling from beneath his mask, tugging lightly as you leaned into him. The taste of salt and iron lingered on his lips, a mix of the sea and his own intensity. The thrill of secrecy made your heart race—nobody on the crew knew about you two, not even Captain Kidd, Killer’s closest friend and the volatile leader of the Kid Pirates. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the crew, but the Kid Pirates were a rowdy, nosy bunch, and you both cherished the quiet intimacy of keeping this just between you.

“Careful,” Killer murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough as he adjusted his mask back into place. “You keep kissing me like that, I might forget we’re supposed to be discreet.”

You grinned, your breath hitching as his hands slid under your shirt, warm against your skin. “Maybe I want you to forget,” you teased, voice barely above a whisper. “Besides, everyone’s up top drinking. We’ve got time.”

He chuckled, a rare sound that vibrated against your chest. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Before you could retort, the door to the storage room creaked open. You froze, heart leaping into your throat, as the lanky figure of Heat stumbled in, his blue hair glinting in the lantern light. He was muttering to himself, probably sent to fetch more rum, but the moment his eyes landed on you and Killer, he stopped dead.

“Oh, shit,” Heat blurted, his voice echoing in the small space. His eyes widened, darting between you pressed against Killer and Killer’s hands still firmly on your hips. “Oh, shit.”

“Heat!” you hissed, pulling away from Killer, but the damage was done. Killer’s posture stiffened, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of one of his blades, though he didn’t draw it.

“Uh, I didn’t see nothin’!” Heat stammered, backing toward the door, hands raised. “Just—uh—rum! Yeah, I was lookin’ for rum! I’ll just—” He tripped over a crate, nearly falling, before bolting out the door.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “We’re so screwed.”

Killer sighed, adjusting his mask fully back into place. “He’s gonna blab. You know he can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“We could bribe him,” you suggested halfheartedly, already knowing it was futile. Heat was loyal, but he had the subtlety of a cannon blast.

“Too late for that,” Killer said, grabbing your hand. “Come on. We need to get up there before this turns into a circus.”

By the time you and Killer reached the main deck, the crew was already buzzing. The Victoria Punk’s deck was a chaotic sprawl of barrels, ropes, and the crew’s usual mess of half-eaten food and empty bottles. Captain Eustass Kidd lounged on a makeshift throne of crates, his metal arm glinting as he downed a tankard of ale. Wire, Bubblegum, and the others were scattered around, some arm-wrestling, others shouting over a card game. Heat stood near Kidd, gesturing wildly, his voice carrying over the din.

“I’m tellin’ ya, Captain, they were all over each other! Like, full-on makin’ out in the storage room!” Heat’s voice cracked with excitement, and the crew’s heads snapped toward him.

Kidd’s eyes narrowed, his signature scowl deepening. “The hell are you yammerin’ about, Heat? Who was makin’ out?”

You and Killer stepped onto the deck just as Heat pointed at you both, his grin wide and unapologetic. “Them! Killer and Y/N! I caught ‘em red-handed!”

The deck fell silent for a split second before erupting into chaos. Wire dropped his wrench with a clang, Bubblegum choked on his drink, and several crew members burst into laughter or shocked gasps. Kidd’s head whipped toward you and Killer, his amber eyes blazing with a mix of disbelief and irritation.

“What the fuck?” Kidd roared, slamming his tankard down so hard it dented the crate. “Killer, you sneaky bastard! You’re bangin’ one of my crew and didn’t tell me?”

Killer crossed his arms, standing protectively in front of you. “It’s not your business, Kidd,” he said evenly, though you could hear the edge in his voice. “We kept it quiet for a reason.”

“A reason?” Kidd barked, standing up. His towering frame loomed as he stalked toward you both, his metal arm whirring faintly. “I’m the damn captain! Everything on this ship is my business!”

You stepped forward, refusing to let Killer take all the heat. “It’s not like we were hiding it to screw you over, Captain. We just… wanted some privacy.”

“Privacy?” Wire piped up from the sidelines, grinning like an idiot. “On this ship? Good luck with that!”

The crew erupted into laughter again, and you felt your face heat up. Killer shot Wire a look that could’ve melted steel, but it only made the crew laugh harder.

“Shut it, Wire!” Kidd snapped, though his attention stayed on you and Killer. He crossed his arms, metal clanking against flesh. “How long’s this been goin’ on?”

You glanced at Killer, who gave a slight nod, letting you take the lead. “A few months,” you admitted. “Since that island with the big festival. Things just… happened.”

“Months?!” Heat squawked, looking betrayed. “You’ve been sneaking around for months? I thought we were pals, Y/N!”

“You’re the one who just ratted us out to the whole crew!” you shot back, pointing an accusing finger at him.

Heat rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “Yeah, well, it was too juicy not to share.”

Kidd pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about “idiots” and “my damn ship.” He glared at Killer. “You’re my first mate, man. You’re supposed to tell me shit like this. What if this messes with the crew’s dynamic?”

“It hasn’t,” Killer said firmly. “We’ve been careful. Nothing’s changed in how we do our jobs.”

“Careful?” Bubblegum snorted, leaning back with a smirk. “Heat caught you suckin’ face in the storage room. Real careful, Killer.”

The crew howled with laughter again, and you groaned, wishing you could sink through the deck. Killer’s hand brushed against yours, a subtle gesture of reassurance, but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oi, look at that!” Wire called, pointing. “They’re gettin’ all cozy right in front of us!”

“Shut up, Wire!” you and Killer said in unison, which only made the crew laugh harder.

Kidd waved a hand, silencing the crew’s antics. His expression softened slightly, though he still looked pissed. “Alright, fine. You two wanna play lovebirds, that’s your call. But if this shit starts causin’ problems—fights, distractions, any of that—you’re both answerin’ to me. Got it?”

“Got it, Captain,” you said quickly, relieved he wasn’t going to make a bigger deal out of it.

Killer nodded. “Understood.”

Kidd grunted, then smirked, a dangerous glint in his eye. “But don’t think you’re off the hook. You’ve been holdin’ out on me, Killer. That’s a betrayal.” He turned to the crew, raising his voice. “What do we do with traitors, huh?”

“Keelhaul ‘em!” Wire shouted, clearly enjoying himself.

“Make ‘em walk the plank!” Bubblegum added, grinning.

“Or,” Heat said, waggling his eyebrows, “make ‘em kiss in front of everyone so we can all judge!”

The crew cheered at that, and you felt your stomach drop. “Absolutely not,” you said, crossing your arms.

Killer tilted his head toward you, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Could be worse. They could be asking for a live demonstration.”

You elbowed him lightly, fighting a smile. “Don’t give them ideas.”

Kidd clapped his hands, the sound like a thunderclap. “Alright, enough! You two, back to work. And Heat, next time you catch someone makin’ out, keep your damn mouth shut unless it’s me you’re tellin’ first.”

Heat saluted, still grinning. “Aye, aye, Captain!”

As the crew dispersed, some still snickering or throwing teasing glances your way, Killer pulled you aside, his hand lingering on your arm. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you said, exhaling. “Just… wasn’t how I pictured them finding out.”

He chuckled, the sound warm despite the mask. “With this crew? Was never gonna be subtle.”

You smiled, leaning into him slightly. “Guess we’re official now, huh?”

“Guess so,” he said, his hand squeezing yours. “No more hiding.”

Later that night, the crew’s usual rowdy dinner was even louder than normal, fueled by the gossip about you and Killer. The mess hall was packed, with plates of grilled fish and tankards of ale scattered across the long table. Kidd sat at the head, barking orders for more food, while the others took turns ribbing you and Killer.

“So, Y/N,” Wire said, leaning forward with a sly grin. “Who made the first move? I’m bettin’ Killer, ‘cause no way you’d have the guts to go for the masked guy.”

“Bold of you to assume I didn’t,” you shot back, smirking. “Maybe I’m braver than you think.”

The crew ooohed, and Wire clutched his chest like he’d been wounded. “Damn, Y/N, throwin’ shade!”

Killer stayed quiet, but you could tell he was amused by the way his shoulders relaxed. He sat next to you, his thigh brushing yours under the table—a small, grounding touch amidst the chaos.

Bubblegum leaned in, chewing loudly. “So, Killer, you gonna take that mask off for Y/N or what? Gotta be weird makin’ out with it half-on.”

The table erupted again, and you nearly choked on your drink. Killer tilted his head, his tone dry. “You want details, Bubblegum? Keep talkin’, and I’ll tell you more than you wanna know.”

The crew roared with laughter, and Bubblegum held up his hands in surrender. “Nah, man, I’m good!”

Kidd, who’d been watching the exchange with a smirk, finally spoke up. “You two better not start gettin’ all mushy in front of me. I don’t need to see that shit.”

“Then don’t look,” you said, raising an eyebrow. The crew hooted, and even Kidd cracked a grin.

“Got some guts, Y/N,” he said, pointing his tankard at you. “Maybe you’re a better match for Killer than I thought.”

The night wore on, the teasing gradually dying down as the crew got distracted by their usual antics—arm-wrestling, drinking contests, and arguments over who owed who money. You and Killer slipped away to the deck, the cool night air a relief after the stuffy mess hall.

The stars were out, glittering above the endless sea. You leaned against the railing, and Killer stood beside you, his mask catching the moonlight. “They’re gonna be insufferable for a while,” you said, half-laughing.

“They’ll get bored eventually,” Killer replied, his voice soft. “They’ve got short attention spans.”

You turned to him, studying the familiar lines of his mask. “You think Kidd’s actually okay with this?”

Killer nodded. “He’s pissed we didn’t tell him, but he trusts me. And he respects you. He’ll get over it.”

“Good,” you said, reaching for his hand. His fingers laced with yours, strong and steady. “Because I’m not giving this up just because Heat’s got a big mouth.”

Killer laughed, pulling you closer. “Good. ‘Cause neither am I.”

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on the other hand, we have jon. we all know he also likes animals. however, he has a slight preference for cats. why? well you have to work for their love a little more, and he wants that. he wants to earn their love. he’s always been given love freely, which is very nice don’t get him wrong, but he wants to feel like he deserves it for once.