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Dreams really do come true 🥹🫶🏾❤️

Hello, I hope you're doing well! I loved your daycare dawn fic, it was so cute and chaotic!

So my request sort of plays off of the aged down genre but this time it may be a little more domestic and it's a (pre-established relationship) Monster Trio x Reader fic where the age down devil fruit user strikes again, vengeful that Reader wasn't affected by their power last time, so they use a more concentrated beam directed towards them but Chopper noticed and pushed them out of the way.

Now the crew has to deal with a toddler!chopper and since he saved Reader; they take the lead on his care.

Seeing how attentive and soft Reader is to Chopper makes the Monster Trio wonder what life would be like if they had their own little family with them.

so pretty much tooth rotting fluff 😋🥰🫶🏾

p.s - I could totally see luffy blurting out to reader (after chopper regrows) "Let's have a kid" straight faced

Yes! Absolutely. This is more 'implied' monster trio x reader - everyone feels but nothing is actually going on kinda thing. i wanted to do more parts with this idea and didn't want to jump to a pairing (or a poly). I hope you like it though! And im sorry it took so long to upload! It got lost in my drafts! I wanted to call this Daycare Dusk but i think i would run out of times of day if i make this a longer series :x

Daycare Dawn Part 2

One Piece x Reader – Toddler!Chopper Edition

It started with a peaceful morning.

Which, in hindsight, should have been your first clue that the universe was about to do something deeply unhinged.

The sun was shining. The ship was clean. There were no sandwich crusts on the ceiling. You’d had coffee—hot, uninterrupted, not-jelly-infused coffee—and Luffy hadn’t launched himself off the ship even once.

You should’ve known. You should’ve known.

The second the weird guy from the last island reappeared—Devil Fruit user, way too many ruffles on his outfit, and a personal vendetta against your sanity—you were already groaning.

“You again?” you deadpanned, standing at the rail.

“I WAS EMBARRASSED!” he shrieked, pointing a gloved hand at you. “Everyone turned into children except YOU! You think you’re SPECIAL?!”

Zoro sighed, hand on his sword. “Here we go.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, dude. No hard feelings, but I had to clean jam out of the electrical room. I suffered too.”

“Oh, you’ll suffer now!” he howled, raising a new and definitely more concentrated looking ray-gun thing made of shell and bone and glowing evil purple light. “Try being a baby, you smug adult!”

“Whoa—okay, that’s uncalled for—!”

The world blurred.

Then paused.

Then spun violently as a tiny figure shoved into you from the side.

You hit the deck hard—but not alone.

Because Chopper—sweet, brave, sometimes-too-soft Chopper—had tackled you out of the way.

And took the full blast.

The light exploded like fireworks.

When it faded…

You sat up, dazed.

“…Chopper?”

There was a sniffle.

A high-pitched, warbly sniffle.

And there, sitting in the middle of the deck, blinking up at you with the biggest, watery eyes known to any living creature—

Was a toddler.

Round. Fluffy. Hoofed. Wearing his doctor’s coat like a dress and looking extremely confused.

“…Up?” he asked softly.

You blinked.

“Oh no.”

An hour later, the chaos had been contained.

The Devil Fruit user had been launched into the stratosphere (courtesy of one Luffy Punch™), and the crew was gathered in the galley, staring down at the latest disaster like it was a bomb with fuzzy ears.

Tiny Toddler Chopper sat in your lap, clutching your shirt and blinking sleepily up at you. His antlers were stubby, his nose was still the same soft blue, and he had jam on his cheek from something. You didn’t know where the jam came from.

You didn’t ask.

“We can fix this, right?” you asked, gently wiping his face.

Robin looked over her notes. “It appears to be a stronger, more direct regression. It may wear off like last time.”

Sanji crouched beside you, hands on his knees, eyes suspiciously shiny. “He saved you, (Y/N).”

“He’s a hero,” you murmured, hugging him close. “A tiny, squishy, plushy hero.”

Chopper let out a little squeal and buried his face in your chest. “HUNGY,” he declared.

Sanji sprang into action so fast he left behind a dust trail. “ON IT.”

You looked around at the others.

Zoro was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He hadn’t said a word, but he hadn’t stopped watching you since you sat down with Chopper.

Luffy was upside down on the couch, smiling softly. “He really likes you.”

“I’m the only one he recognizes right now,” you said.

“No,” Luffy replied. “He really likes you.”

Caring for toddler Chopper was… an experience.

He could walk—but only for about five minutes before raising his arms and demanding, “Uppie.”

He could eat—but only if you made animal sounds to go with the spoon.

He could talk—but most of his words were slight variations of ow, hungy, no nap, and 'gain? (which meant he wanted to hear the duck song again).

He drooled. He giggled. He accidentally turned into Guard Point while snuggling and suffocated you for five terrifying seconds.

But he was so cute.

You carried him around in a sling you sewed together with Robin’s help, his tiny head resting on your shoulder. You bathed him, fed him, sang to him, played peekaboo on the deck and held his hooves when he stumbled through the garden.

The others watched you like you were casting a spell.

“You’re staring,” Sanji muttered.

Zoro grunted, not taking his eyes off you as you gently brushed Chopper’s fur with a tiny, carved comb. “Just… watching.”

Luffy sat on the floor beside them, chewing gum and tilting his head. “She’s really good at that.”

Sanji nodded. “She didn’t even flinch when he puked on her.”

“She cooed,” Zoro said, flatly. “I heard her say, ‘aw, that’s okay baby, everyone yaks.’ Who does that?”

“…I wanna yak and see if she says it to me,” Luffy muttered.

Zoro elbowed him.

From the deck, Chopper squealed, “UPPIE!”

You lifted him into the air, spun him around, and blew raspberries on his belly as he shrieked with laughter.

Sanji sighed quietly.

“Bet she’d make a good mom.”

Zoro shot him a glance.

Sanji flushed. “I said bet. Not saying anything. Just saying.”

Luffy, upside down again, chimed in: “We should keep her.”

“She’s already crew,” Zoro snapped.

“Yeah, but like—forever. Forever-forever,” Luffy replied, flipping and flopping next to them. “She’s got that… mom energy. Like Makino. But funnier. And louder.”

“She made Chopper a whole dinosaur onesie yesterday,” Sanji added. “He won’t take it off. He growled at me during breakfast.”

“And she growled back,” Zoro said. “She’s insane.”

“She’s perfect,” Sanji corrected.

They all went quiet again as you kissed Chopper’s forehead and tucked him into a blanket fort made from your coat.

Luffy whispered: “I think my heart’s doing a thing.”

“You too?” Sanji mumbled.

Zoro crossed his arms tighter. “Shut up.”

Later that night, after another round of lullabies, you finally tucked Chopper into your bed (you’d given up your hammock three days ago), and curled beside him while he snored softly into your shoulder.

You brushed his fur back gently and smiled, eyes soft.

Outside the door, the Monster Trio sat on the floor in silence.

“She’s gonna break our hearts,” Sanji muttered.

Zoro nodded slowly.

“Worth it,” Luffy whispered. ----

Three days.

It had been three whole days since Chopper was blasted back to toddlerhood, and somewhere along the line… you just kind of became the mom.

Not in name. Not officially. But in spirit?

In every bone of your body? Yeah. You were deep in the Mom Trenches now.

And breakfast was war.

“Okay, sweetpea,” you murmured gently, crouching beside your bed-head toddler with a plastic spoon in hand. “Here comes the sea king… vroom vroom… open up for the sea king~”

Chopper scowled at you from his perch in the high chair Franky had built out of scrap metal and a chair leg.

“No banana,” he said firmly.

“It’s mushed banana,” you countered, bouncing the spoon like it had hydraulics. “Look—he’s got a cool voice now. Vrreeeeeeeeeowwwwwwwmm!”

“No—!”

You smushed the banana into his mouth mid-whine.

He blinked.

Chewed.

Then squealed, flapping his tiny hooves and giggling like a helium balloon that had learned joy.

“’gain!” he chirped, mouth still full.

You grinned. “See? You do like banana.”

“NO BANANA!” he shouted around a smile.

From the table, there was the unmistakable sound of three adult men dying simultaneously.

Zoro had dropped his rice.

Sanji was bent forward with a hand over his mouth like he’d been punched in the chest.

Luffy had collapsed face-first into his toast and was sobbing into the crusts.

“She’s too powerful,” Sanji wheezed.

“She’s weaponized breakfast,” Zoro muttered.

“I wanna be a banana,” Luffy whispered.

You looked up, blinking. “...What?”

“Nothing!” they all screamed in harmony.

Later that day, the ship was golden with sunshine.

Brook’s violin drifted over the deck like wind-chimes, sweet and light as a lullaby, and you—well.

You were dancing.

Sort of.

Chopper stood between your feet, hooves grasped gently in your hands, as the two of you bobbed up and down in the softest, silliest, slowest dance known to man. Your knees bent rhythmically. He squeaked in joy each time you bounced him. His little hat tilted sideways as you spun him once, twice, three times—until he got dizzy and belly-laughed.

“Again?” you asked, smiling.

“’gain!” he cheered.

You spun him again.

The crew was paralyzed.

Nami, peeking over her sunglasses, stared from her lounge chair like she was watching a soap opera.

Usopp was muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “I’m not crying, I’m not crying, I have allergies.”

Franky was halfway through building a stage labeled ‘(Y/N)’S TINY DANCE SHOWCASE OF LOVE’.

But the Monster Trio?

Wrecked.

Sanji, clutching a towel and a basket of laundry, was halfway through folding a shirt and hadn’t moved in seven minutes.

Zoro, trying to stretch with his weights, had dropped one on his foot and didn’t even flinch.

Luffy was lying belly-down on the deck like a sea lion, chin on his hands, just staring.

“She’s doing it again,” Sanji whispered.

“She’s dancing,” Zoro said, like he’d seen God.

“She’s bopping,” Luffy corrected. “Look. Bops.”

You gently bounced Chopper one more time, and he threw his head back in glee. Then he looked up at you, eyes wide, and said it:

“UPPIES.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Just swooped him up onto your hip with practiced ease, one hand under his butt, the other still holding his hoof, and kept dancing—rocking side to side as his cheek squished against yours.

“Uppies granted,” you whispered.

He laughed so hard he hiccupped.

Sanji made a noise like a tea kettle boiling.

Zoro dropped his sword.

Luffy fell off the side of the ship and had to be caught mid-air by Robin, who sighed and held him like a sack of potatoes.

“She’s doing it on purpose,” Zoro hissed. “She has to be.”

“No one’s that maternal by accident,” Sanji choked.

“Do you think she’d adopt us?” Luffy asked faintly.

Zoro stared at him. “We’re adults.”

“Speak for yourself,” Luffy mumbled, eyes wide as you blew a raspberry on Chopper’s belly and made him giggle-snort so loud it echoed off the sails.

That night, the crew gathered for dinner, and you wore Chopper in the sling across your chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He’d fallen asleep after you read him a picture book and now snored lightly against your heart, his hoof curled in the collar of your shirt.

You ate with one hand.

Wiped his drool with a napkin.

Didn’t even blink when Luffy tried to sneak extra meat onto your plate and Chopper stirred.

You just gently patted his back and whispered, “Shh, baby boy. You’re okay.”

Everyone was silent.

Then Sanji cleared his throat and stood up.

“I need to go… um… make dessert,” he said, definitely not sniffling.

Zoro abruptly left for “training.”

Luffy went to “watch the stars,” but really just stood behind the mast and hugged it like it was a tree of emotional stability.

And you?

You just tucked Chopper in for the night, kissed his forehead, and whispered:

“You’re safe, baby deer.”

And the crew?

Well.

They were doomed. ---

It happened on the seventh day.

You blinked blearily as sunlight filtered through the galley windows. Your back ached (again), your hair was probably a disaster, and you were this close to naming your under-eye bags.

But that wasn’t what made you pause.

No.

It was the very solid, very grown-up voice that whispered near your shoulder.

“…(Y/N)?”

You froze.

Then turned.

And found regular-sized Chopper sitting at the kitchen table, legs swinging, half-eaten apple in one hoof, and his hat perfectly balanced between his ears like nothing had happened.

He blinked up at you. “Good morning!”

You stared.

He tilted his head. “...You okay?”

Still silent.

Then—

You screamed.

“YOU’RE BIG AGAIN!!”

You launched forward, tackling him into the biggest hug in medical history. Chopper made a wheezing noise and dropped his apple as you squished his fuzzy cheeks and pressed frantic kisses to his head.

“You’re okay! You’re huge again! You’re not a baby!”

Chopper flailed, blushing furiously. “Stop! You’re embarrassing me!!”

“I changed your diapers!!”

“YOU DID NOT—!!”

You grinned at him, slightly breathless. “You’re back. Oh my god. You’re back.”

He nodded, slowly. Then looked down at his hooves. “Yeah. I remember everything. Even the banana plane.” ----

You choked out a laugh.

“I, um…” Chopper rubbed the back of his head, cheeks pink. “I… still kinda feel like you’re my mom now?”

You blinked.

“I know you’re not!!” he added quickly, panicking. “I know! But, like. My brain is confused! You tucked me in and fed me and said 'sweetpea' and I—I—”

You softened instantly. “Hey. That’s okay.”

Chopper looked up at you, teary-eyed. “I love you.”

Your heart exploded. “I love you too.”

He threw himself at you again, hugging tight. You buried your face in his hat and let yourself be soft for just a moment longer.

And that’s when it happened.

From the doorway, the entire crew stared in stunned silence.

Robin smiled warmly. Brook dabbed at imaginary tears. Franky gave a shaky thumbs up.

Usopp was biting a pillow.

Nami was openly crying.

Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy?

Ruined.

Sanji had leaned halfway against the wall, arms folded, eyes locked on the way your hand cradled the back of Chopper’s head.

Zoro was holding a dish towel like he wasn’t sure whether to wipe a plate or his own tears.

And Luffy—dear, direct, unfiltered Luffy—just tilted his head, blinked once, and said:

“Let’s have a kid.”

Everything stopped.

Like, everything.

The ship. The waves. Possibly time itself.

Chopper’s head slowly turned toward his captain.

Sanji dropped a fork.

Zoro dropped his soul.

You blinked.

“…I’m sorry, what?”

Luffy stared at you, dead serious. “You were sad he wasn’t a baby anymore. So let’s have a kid. You can keep one.”

There were several noises from the crew:

Nami’s sharp gasp.

Usopp’s faint scream.

Brook's violin string snapping in real time.

Sanji physically launched himself backward into a wall.

Zoro whispered, “What the hell did he just say?” like he was asking a ghost for help.

You, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to turn into a puddle of embarrassment.

“LUFFY!!” you shouted, face on fire. “Y-you can’t just say stuff like that!!”

“Why not?” he asked, confused. “You’d be good at it.”

“I—I—I’m not—!”

“Not what?” he blinked. “You were a good mom to Chopper. You could do it again. With a baby this time.”

“LUFFY—!!”

You looked like you were about to explode, but Luffy had already wandered over to the fridge to get meat, completely unbothered.

Zoro looked like he aged 10 years. “He doesn’t even know what he just did.”

Sanji lit a cigarette with trembling hands. “He bypassed flirting and went straight to long-term co-parenting. I can’t—”

Chopper stood awkwardly in the middle of the chaos, rubbing his face.

“I just wanted an apple,” he muttered.

You pressed both hands to your cheeks and groaned into your palms.

But behind all the fluster, there was a glow in your chest you couldn’t quite shake.

You weren’t sure what it meant.

Only that Luffy had meant it.

Straight-faced. No games. Just a declaration.

And it stuck with you for the rest of the day. -----

You thought it was over.

You thought the baby conversation would blow over like everything else on the Sunny: quick, chaotic, and eventually smothered by snacks and some mid-deck explosions.

You were wrong.

Very, very wrong.

It started innocently enough. Breakfast. Toast. Sunshine.

Then Luffy—knife in one hand, jam in the other—blurted, with absolutely no preamble:

“Still think we should have a kid.”

Silence.

The toast stopped toasting. The tea stopped steeping. Your soul stopped living.

You turned very slowly to look at him.

He blinked. “What?”

Robin set her book down. “You said that very casually, Captain.”

“I mean it,” Luffy said with a shrug. “(Y/N)’s fun. And strong. And she smells nice.”

Sanji choked on his cigarette so hard he nearly swallowed it. “EXCUSE ME?”

Zoro’s cup cracked in his hand. “The hell do you mean by that, huh?”

Luffy blinked again, still completely calm. “If she had a baby, I’d wanna be the dad. That makes sense, right?”

“NO!!” Sanji shouted, standing up so hard the chair flipped.

“Are you even qualified to be a dad?!” Usopp barked. “You thought pregnancy came from eating a watermelon seed!”

“I’ve seen you parent a sandwich,” Zoro muttered darkly. “And you lost the sandwich.”

“I didn’t lose it,” Luffy scowled. “I ate it.”

“Exactly.”

“And I,” Sanji said, slamming his palm to his chest, “would be the ideal ship dad. Kind, stylish, emotionally intelligent—”

“You cried because your soup didn’t come out pretty,” Zoro muttered.

“THAT WAS A DELICATE BROTH.”

Robin stirred her tea. “If this continues, I will assign everyone mandatory parenting books.”

Franky leaned in from the window. “I ALREADY BUILT A BABY SADDLE.”

Brook plucked a gentle string. “And I composed a lullaby just in case!”

You sat in the corner, completely deadpan, watching your crew—your grown crew—argue over fatherhood rights to a child that didn’t even exist.

“…So,” you said at last, monotone. “You all really wanna put a baby in me that bad?”

Silence, Round Two.

Zoro coughed and looked away. Sanji turned bright red. Usopp fainted a little.

Nami sipped her coffee, fist-bumped you under the table, and whispered, “Wreck them.”

You stood slowly.

Dramatically.

Your chair scraped back across the deck with finality.

Then, loud and clear:

“NO. BABIES.”

Your voice echoed like a canon blast.

“I am a pirate,” you continued, pointing at the floor for emphasis. “I live on a ship. I bathe in sea water. My life has exactly zero baby-proofing. I got stabbed last Tuesday.”

“You fell off the mast the day before that,” Robin added helpfully.

“Exactly. I do not want to juggle diapers, gold, enemies, and one of Luffy’s spontaneous cannon dives.”

Luffy pouted. “...But you’d be good at it.”

“No!” you snapped. “We rob people! We break into government facilities! We fight sea monsters! I wear a knife strapped to my leg!”

Sanji muttered, “...That’s hot.”

You shot him a look. “No. Babies.”

Franky held up a sign that said "Ok but consider: Super Baby."

You slapped it out of his hand.

“Guys,” you said, rubbing your temples, “this isn’t a family sitcom. We’re pirates. If anyone brings a baby on board, I will start charging rent.”

Luffy sulked into his breakfast.

Zoro took a long drink of sake and muttered, “She’s got a point.”

“I hate that she’s right,” Sanji groaned.

Robin flipped a page. “This is still my favorite argument we’ve had all month.”

Brook sighed wistfully. “I’d still like to be a grandpa. Yohoho!”

Chopper passed by with a snack and casually said, “I still see her as my mom, so maybe this counts?”

You ignored the way your heart melted a little.

You sat down again, firm, strong, determined.

And Luffy—your sweet, chaotic, completely unpredictable captain—smiled like you’d just won something.

“…Still think you’d be the best mom ever,” he mumbled.

You flushed.

Nami raised her mug. “To (Y/N): the Mom Who Said No.”

The crew cheered.

You sighed.

And under your breath, muttered:

“Take me out to dinner first, at least.”

#holyfuckingshit this is really happening #cute #one piece #monster trio #luffy #zoro #sanji #robin #chopper #ussop #nami #franky #one piece fanfiction #strawhats x reader

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Sukuna x Reader

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Two faces, One bad boy

The night air was heavy with the faint smell of rain, the city humming in the background like a restless beast. Y/N sat hunched at the corner table of a quiet bar, her crimson-painted nails dragging through her long hair as if combing away the day’s frustration. Her head throbbed from exam stress, and the weight of her parents’ expectations clung to her chest like chains she couldn’t break.

She hated this—being perfect by day, pretending to be soft, polite, the girl everyone adored.** But under the veil of midnight, the real her could breathe. Here, in this dimly lit place where no one asked questions, she could be raw. Flawed. Herself.

“Rough day?”

The voice was soft but familiar. Noritoshi or as she always called him, Toshi.

He sat across from her, leaning on one elbow, his eyes sharper than they needed to be. He wasn’t looking at her like a friend tonight; his gaze lingered—slow, careful, almost reverent—like she was something he couldn’t touch but wanted to. Toshi had always been like this. Quietly watching. Quietly wanting.

She sighed, resting her cheek in her hand, her fingers tapping against her temple.

“You know when life decides to throw everything at you? Yeah, that’s me right now.”

“You’re gonna burn yourself out.”

Toshi murmured, almost too softly to hear over the low hum of the jukebox. His fingers traced circles on the rim of his beer glass, but his eyes never left her.

She caught him looking, and smirked despite the ache in her head.

“Don’t look at me like that, Toshi. I told you a million times, you’re my best friend. Don’t ruin that with… whatever that look is.”

He chuckled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah. I know. You make that clear every time I forget my place.”

Her chest tightened—she hated when he said things like that, like his feelings were a burden. She wanted to tell him she cared, just not in the way he wanted. But instead, she picked up her glass, the ice clinking as she took a slow sip.

The rain hammered down outside, a relentless storm drumming against the bar’s old wooden walls. The warm yellow light inside felt like a fragile bubble of peace—one that Toshi knew wouldn’t last.

He stiffened suddenly, his sharp gaze darting to the door.

“Shit…”

He muttered under his breath.

Your head, still leaning in your palm, tilted lazily.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just… brace yourself.”

He said, his jaw tightening as he set his beer down a little too hard.

You frowned, but before you could press him, the heavy bar door swung open. A gust of wet, cold air rushed in, along with the sound of loud, coarse laughter and the unmistakable energy of people who lived on the edge of violence.

The group stormed in like they owned the place. Their voices were rowdy, talking about how they’d been kicked out of a club for teaching some punks a lesson. One of them still had blood on his knuckles, another with his shirt untucked like he’d just been in a brawl.

At the center of it all was him. Sukuna.

His presence hit the room like a punch. Black markings curled along his skin, peeking from under the collar of his open black jacket, tattoos spiraling like serpents up his neck. His hair was messy from the rain, a cigarette dangling from his lips as his crimson gaze swept over the bar with cold amusement. He didn’t need to speak for everyone to know he was the one in charge.

“Oi, old man.”

Sukuna called to the bartender with a lazy grin, his voice deep and rough, like gravel and smoke.

“Line up the good stuff. We’re staying for a while.”

The bartender nodded quickly—clearly, this was nothing new. These guys were regulars. Dangerous ones.

Toshi’s jaw clenched harder. He knew better than to start trouble with Sukuna Ryomen—the name itself was a whispered warning in the underworld. He leaned across the table slightly, his voice low.

“Just ignore them, alright? Don’t make eye contact.”

But you could feel the noise grating against your already frayed nerves. The rain outside was getting heavier, and the sound of their obnoxious laughter only made your headache pound worse. You tried—God, you tried—to keep calm, fiddling with your cigarette and talking about random nonsense with Toshi to distract yourself.

Then, as if the night hadn’t already been shitty enough, they came over.

Sukuna’s group approached your table, their heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor. There was no asking, no politeness—they just loomed, radiating that predatory aura that told everyone else to move.

“This is our table.”

One of Sukuna’s men said with a sneer, nodding at your drinks as if you were already dismissed.

You blinked, staring at them.

“Uh, there are literally five empty tables over there. Pick one.”

The guy stared at you like you’d just grown horns. The whole group fell silent for a second.

Toshi’s stomach dropped. He knew you didn’t recognize them, but he did. And of all people to mouth off to, Sukuna was the last one.

“Hey...”

He said quickly, forcing a smile.

“It’s fine. We’ll move—”

“No, we won’t.”

You cut him off, your voice sharp.

“What? just because you’re a big group you think you can just walk in here and take whatever you want? That’s not how it works.”

The men exchanged looks, their faces twisting into disbelief and then irritation. Someone let out a low chuckle that wasn’t friendly.

“Oh, she’s got balls.”

One of them muttered. But then Sukuna stepped forward.

He hadn’t said a word this whole time, just watched the exchange with those sharp crimson eyes. He leaned casually on the back of a chair, his smirk curling like he was entertained.

“Cute.”

Sukuna said, his voice low and dangerous, but laced with amusement.

“Most people piss themselves when we walk in. You? You’re telling us to find another table?”

You met his stare—that stare. That could cut glass and didn’t flinch.

“Yeah. So what? You want me to move because you’re loud and scary? Try harder.”

The room went still. Even the bartender froze mid-wipe, his eyes flicking nervously between you and the man who ran half the city’s underground.

Sukuna’s smirk deepened. He straightened, tilting his head slightly as he looked you over.

“What’s your name, princess?”

You crossed your arms, glaring.

“Why? Planning to put me on some blacklist?”

“No.”

Sukuna chuckled darkly.

“I just like knowing the name of someone with a death wish.”

Sukuna tilted his head slightly, his crimson eyes gleaming with interest as he studied you.

Most people would’ve backed down by now. Most people knew better.

But you?

You stared him down like he was just some loud guy at a bar, not the kind of man whose name could silence entire rooms.

“Careful princess”

Sukuna murmured, his grin widening, sharp and dangerous.

“Bravery looks good on you, but it’ll get you killed.”

“I don’t scare easy.”

You shot back, voice steady, even though Toshi was practically vibrating with tension beside you.

“Is that so?”

Sukuna leaned forward slightly, resting a tattooed hand on your table. His men chuckled lowly behind him, like they were waiting for the moment you’d fold.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this, anyway? You don’t look like you belong in the dirt with the rest of us.”

“Maybe I just don’t like being told where I belong. ”

You said, lifting your chin.

The smile that curved his lips was slow and full of mischief.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, huh?”

His voice dropped lower, like the rumble of distant thunder.

“Careful how you use it.”

Toshi cleared his throat, trying to break the tension.

“We’ll find another spot. Let’s just go, okay?”

He gave you a pointed look, the one that begged you not to make this worse.

You looked at him, then at Sukuna, your jaw tightening. But when one of Sukuna’s men stepped forward and dragged a chair from your table with a loud scrape, that was it—you’d had enough.

“Fine.”

You snapped, pushing yourself up from your seat.

“Enjoy your precious table.”

But you weren’t going to leave quietly.

As you stepped past Sukuna, you deliberately bumped your elbow against his, your glare locked on his crimson eyes. It wasn’t an accident. It was a challenge.

The entire group froze.

Toshi’s stomach dropped to his knees. He couldn’t believe what you’d just done—no one touched Sukuna like that. He was certain this was the moment everything would go to hell.

“Let’s go.”

You muttered to Toshi, not even looking back.

Toshi scrambled after you like a nervous puppy, glancing behind to see if the group was going to follow. His heart pounded in his chest—but strangely, they didn’t move. They just…watched.

“Feisty little thing, isn’t she?”

Sukuna’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

You froze for half a second at the door but didn’t turn around.

“She’s got more balls than half of you idiots.”

He said to his men, his tone both amused and mocking. His eyes stayed on you, a lazy grin pulling at his lips.

“Hey, princess.”

Slowly, you turned, arching a brow.

Sukuna leaned back in his chair, resting his arm along the backrest with infuriating confidence.

“You’ve got guts. Pretty stupid guts, but still. I’ll give you that.”

“Not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult,” you said sharply.

“Both.”

He replied smoothly, the glint in his crimson eyes almost predatory. Then his grin turned sharper.

“Careful out there, sweetheart. Not everyone’s gonna find that mouth of yours so charming. Next time, someone else might shut it for you.”

The warning was clear, but so was the interest. Sukuna wasn’t angry—if anything, he looked entertained, like you’d just given him a toy he could play with.

☁️ 🌞 ☁️

The sun was warm, glinting off colorful banners that swayed lazily in the afternoon breeze. The park was alive with music, laughter, and chatter—college students in neatly pressed uniforms were scattered around booths, each department proudly showing off their best work.

Y/N stood at the center of it all like she was born for it. The head of her department. Organized, poised, her hair tied up neatly to complement her polished look. To everyone else, she looked like the model student: calm, feminine, and effortlessly capable.

“Alright, we’ll run the showcase again at 3 p.m.”

You instructed, your voice firm but warm as you spoke to your team.

“Make sure the flyers are restocked. We don’t want anyone leaving here without knowing about our program.”

Your classmates admired you. You were the one who got things done, the one who could smile while managing ten people at once. The perfect student. The golden girl.

But deep down, you were exhausted.

After checking on your own department, you made your way over to Toshi’s booth. His department’s display was flashier, louder—typical of him. He caught your eye and smirked, leaning lazily against the booth’s frame.

“Department Leader herself, huh?”

He teased.

“Here to bless us with your presence?”

“Shut up and show me your event.”

You said rolling your eyes but grinning anyway. For a few moments, it felt good to just be around someone who knew you—both sides of you.

You did a few activities at his booth, laughing when he exaggerated how terrible you were at one of the games. Then you left with your university friends, wandering the park to check out the other departments. It was a good day, even if your body was aching from standing all morning.

By mid-afternoon, the crowd had thickened. Students from other universities poured in, their voices mixing with the hum of festival music. You sat with your friends on a low bench, stretching your sore legs while sipping on a cold drink.

“Hey, after this, we should all go get dinner together”

One of your friends suggested.

“You deserve a break. You’ve been working non-stop since sunrise.”

“Yeah, our little department queen.”

Another teased.

You laughed softly, brushing stray hair out of your face. For a moment, you let yourself relax.

And then—you heard it.

A voice. Deep, low, and so casually commanding that your stomach dropped.

You didn’t even realize you’d stopped listening to your friends. Your head turned automatically toward the park gates, and your heart skipped a beat.

There they were.

The group of guys from the bar. Loud, confident, their presence cutting through the wholesome atmosphere of the festival like a blade. And at the center of it, with his unmistakable tattoos and crimson eyes—Sukuna.

Your breath hitched.

Of all days, of all places, he had to show up here?

Your fingers tightened around your drink as you tried to focus on what your friends were saying, but their voices blurred into meaningless static. All you could hear was the sound of Sukuna’s laughter, low and amused as he scanned the festival like he was bored but willing to be entertained.

This was bad.

You weren’t the girl from last night anymore—the one with messy hair and a cigarette between her fingers. Here, you were the perfect daughter, the model officer. And Sukuna? He was the one person who had seen the cracks in your mask.

Panic clawed at your chest. You shot up from your seat so fast your friends blinked at you in confusion.

“Uh… where are you going?”

One of them asked.

You didn’t even answer—you were already moving, your eyes scanning the crowd for Toshi. If there was anyone who’d know how to handle this, it was him.

Behind you, your friends exchanged glances, whispering.

“Did something happen?”

“She looked like she saw a ghost…”

But you weren’t listening. Your sandals slapped against the paved path of the park as you darted between booths, your heart hammering in your chest like a trapped animal. Where the hell is Toshi? You needed him—now.

Then you spotted him.

Of course, he wasn’t doing anything helpful. He was leaning casually against the cheerleading booth, flashing his lazy grin at two girls in short skirts. They were giggling, twirling their hair, practically eating up his fake charm.

“Seriously?”

You hissed, stomping up to him.

“Hey, hey, Y/N.”

Toshi said with a cocky smirk.

“Give me two minutes. I’m about to make history here. These girls—”

You grabbed his arm without a word and dragged him away, cutting off whatever nonsense he was about to say.

“Yo! What the hell, Y/N?!”

he sputtered, stumbling after you while the cheerleaders looked on, giggling.

“That was my chance to not die single!”

“The guys from the bar—they’re here.”

you snapped. The smirk fell from his face in an instant.

“Wait. What?!”

His eyes darted around wildly, panic creeping into his voice.

“You mean—them? Sukuna?”

“Yes. Him. All of them.”

You whispered harshly.

Toshi’s face went pale.

“We’re dead. We’re so dead. I told you not to sass them, but nooo, you had to—”

Before he could spiral any further, you slapped his arm hard.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?!”

“How do you think I feel?! He saw me at my worst—looking like a street rat and now I’m supposed to pretend I’m this perfect student leader? If he recognizes me, I’m screwed!”

You leaned against the wall, taking a shaky breath. You had to think. Toshi pouting as he rubbed his arm mumbling.

“Street rat? If anything you looked really cute that night...you were just too sassy”

“Okay. Here’s the plan. We stay low. We don’t go near them. We just…hide until they get bored and leave. No fights, no drama. Got it?”

Toshi’s hands were on his hips, still rattled but nodding

“Fine. But if he so much as looks at me, I’m out.”

You shot him a glare.

“Coward.”

“Survivor. ”

He corrected under his breath.

The two of you stuck together after that, weaving through the festival crowd like fugitives. You stayed on opposite sides of the park from Sukuna’s group, watching from a distance as they moved between booths. It was unnerving—the way people parted for them, sensing they didn’t belong. Predators among sheeps.

Every time Sukuna glanced around lazily, your stomach tightened, praying his gaze wouldn’t land on you.

But as the sun dipped lower, signaling the festival’s end, your luck ran out.

“Can all department leaders please come to the stage?”

A voice announced over the speakers but you were too occupied to hear it. A group of excited freshmen from your department soon spotted you in the crowd and came running to you.

“Y/N! We got you, let's go! "

They grabbed your arm and dragged you toward the stage while Toshi shot you a panicked look.

“We’re doomed.”

You stood on stage with the other department heads, smiling stiffly as the teachers gave speeches. The crowd cheered politely. You bowed slightly when your name was called but then your eyes caught on a familiar figure at the back of the crowd.

A group that was leaning casually on each other, standing out like wolves in a field of lambs. And Sukuna…Sukuna was looking right at you.

His gaze locked on yours, sharp and unrelenting. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

You swallowed hard, your palms going clammy.

“And a big round of applause for our Artist Department leader, Nitori Y/N!”

The announcer said into the mic.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

But all you could focus on was Sukuna’s smile widening—dark, amused, sinister. He leaned over to one of his guys and murmured something, his eyes never leaving you.

The festival wound down as dusk fell, the golden light casting long shadows across the park. Your department was busy packing up, but you stayed behind, managing the last-minute tasks with that same perfect smile plastered on your face—even though your heart hadn’t stopped pounding since you spotted Sukuna.

“Y/N,”

Toshi hissed under his breath, standing beside you as you gathered leftover flyers.

“He’s still here. He’s looking at us.”

“Don’t look,”

You muttered, trying to keep your voice even as you turned to the next task.

“Maybe he’ll leave if we ignore him.”

But of course, Sukuna never did what people wanted.

“Princess,”

Came that low, amused voice behind you.

You froze, every muscle in your body tensing. Turning slowly, you found Sukuna standing a few feet away, towering over you with that same predatory grin. His tattoos looked darker under the warm lights, his crimson eyes glinting with sharp interest. One of his guys was snickering behind him, like they already knew this would be fun.

“Looks like you clean up nice.”

Sukuna said smoothly, taking a step closer.

“I barely recognized you. What happened to the loudmouth from the bar?”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You replied with a forced, polite smile.

“You must be confusing me with someone else.”

Behind you, Toshi was already half-bowing, trembling like a leaf.

“W-We’re sorry for the misunderstanding! We’ll

just—”

“Stand up straight, idiot.”

You hissed at him out of the corner of your mouth, still smiling awkwardly at Sukuna.

Before Sukuna could press further, two of the freshmen girls from your department came bouncing over, all smiles and energy.

“Y/N! You were amazing up there! Head of the department—ugh, we’re so proud!”

One of them gushed. Then their eyes landed on Sukuna.

“Oh...my...goodness”

One of them whispered.

“Who are they? Their so…hot.”

“Do you know him, Y/N?”

Another asked, giggling as they all started cooing like a flock of excited birds.

Your heart skipped.

“W-what? No! I don’t know him.”

You said quickly, trying to wave them off.

But Sukuna wasn’t about to let you off that easily.

“You don’t know me?”

He said with mock offense, tilting his head.

“Funny. I could’ve sworn we’ve met before. What was it… oh, yeah. The bar.”

The girls gasped.

“You went to a bar, Y/N?”

One whispered, like it was the juiciest gossip of the year.

Your stomach dropped. This was bad. You had to fix this before your perfect reputation shattered.

With a bright, fake laugh, you stepped closer to Sukuna.

“Ahahaha—oh, yes! The bar. Right! It’s, um… a library bar. You know, one of those trendy café places with books and lattes? That’s where we met. Total coincidence.”

You shoved one of Sukuna’s guys gently when he tried to say something, and then—acting on pure desperation—you shoved Sukuna’s shoulder, eyes pleading for him to just play along.

For a moment, he looked confused. But then he saw that flash of desperation in your eyes, and something shifted. A slow, sinister grin spread across his face like he’d just been given a new game to play.

“Oh, yeah.”

Sukuna drawled.

“The library café.”

His tone was teasing, dripping with sarcasm.

“Man, you were really eyeing me there, princess. Practically undressing me with your eyes.”

Your jaw dropped.

“W-what?! That’s not—!”

“She approached me.”

Sukuna continued smoothly, his hand suddenly sliding around your waist, pulling you close. His palm was warm against your hip, his grip possessive.

“Couldn’t keep her hands off me. What was it you said? Something about me looking…hot while reading?”

The girls gasped again, whispering to each other.

“Oh my god, Y/N!”

“Wait, are you two—?!”

You could feel your face burn.

“Absolutely not! That’s not what happened!”

You snapped.

“I just thought he…looked like he couldn’t read! So I offered to help, okay?!”

Sukuna chuckled, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement.

“Can’t read, huh? That’s the best you’ve got?”

“It’s true!”

You said, shoving his hand off your waist—but it didn’t budge.

“You looked… dumb and confused! That’s all!”

“Mm. Sexy and confused, you mean?”

He said, leaning down close enough for you to catch the scent of smoke and rain on his jacket.

You scowled, your voice rising.

“No! Dumb. Dumb as a brick.”

His grin only widened, like every insult from you was a compliment.

“Careful, princess. Keep talking like that, and I might think you’re flirting with me.”

Toshi’s face was already twisted into something sour and pouty. His eyes were burning holes into Sukuna’s hand, which still casually rested against your waist like it belonged there.

But you? You were frozen in place. Not because you were letting him do it, but because you couldn't remove it. Every time you tried to step away, Sukuna would just pull you back—effortless, like it was some sort of game.

A game you were clearly losing.

“Wow.”

Toshi muttered under his breath, voice tight.

“So he can touch you like that, but I can't even look at you for more than five seconds without you smacking me?”

You glared at him.

“It’s not like that.”

Toshi rolled his eyes and looked away, sulking like a kicked puppy. But even then, you caught the way he stared at you—not with anger, but with that familiar longing, that wounded admiration that made your chest feel tight.

And just when things couldn’t get any worse—

“Y/N!!!”

You turned and saw your two university friends—the ones you ditched earlier—rushing toward your group, looking both breathless and delighted.

“There you are!”

One of them said.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

The other’s eyes landed on Sukuna’s crew and immediately widened.

“Uhm…hello. Who are they?”

Toshi groaned.

“Great.”

The girls wasted no time. Two of them instantly gravitated toward Sukuna’s guys, falling into flirty banter like they were born for it. One of them—the richer, always-generous one—clapped her hands together and said

“You know what? Let’s all go to dinner! My treat. Barbecue on me!”

“Free food?”

One of the guys grinned.

“Say less.”

The rest of them cheered in agreement, but still looked toward Sukuna—clearly, no one made a move unless he said so.

He smirked, eyes sliding lazily to you.

“What do you think, princess?”

He asked, his voice low and teasing.

“You cool with keeping up our little library bar story a while longer?”

You scowled.

“Absolutely not—”

He leaned in, lips barely moving.

“Then maybe I should tell your sweet little friends where I really saw you that night. What was it again… black crop top, cigarette, calling my guy a dumbass?”

You stiffened.

“…Fine.”

You gritted your teeth.

“But you better behave.”

Toshi looked between the two of you suspiciously, already sensing the shift.

“I’m coming too.”

He said quickly.

“Someone needs to keep an eye on you.”

Sukuna smirked.

“Look at you finding some balls to join us.”

The barbecue place was cozy, warm light glowing against wooden walls, the scent of grilled meat filling the air. You had *no idea* how you ended up squeezed between the two most dangerous men in your life:

Sukuna on your left. Toshi on your right. This was hell.

Your two girl friends were gushing over the guys across the table, smiling and ordering big amounts of meat, clearly having the time of their lives.

Meanwhile, you were just trying not to scream.

You reached for your favorite side dish—only for Toshi to casually slide it toward you first. Without a word. Like he always did.

He passed you your go-to dipping sauce. Next, napkin. Then, water. He even peeled a shrimp for you. You didn’t say anything nor to feel the need to utter a word about his actions since his been treating you like this for years now. It was like a normal thing for the both of you.

But it wasn't for Sukuna. His crimson eyes lazily shifted to Toshi. Then to you. Then back to Toshi.

He smirked. A dark, cruel smirk. Because he saw it all. The bond. The care. The love. The weakness. Oh, he couldn't wait to ruin this.

“You guys wanna play something while we eat?”

One of the guys asked.

“Let’s do something spicy. Drinking game. Truth or drink?”

Your friends instantly agreed. You tried to politely opt out, but they groaned.

“Y/N never drinks with us, tonight is the perfect time!”

You hesitated. You hated drinking—because once you did, the real you came out. The loudmouth bar version of you. And with Sukuna watching? It was a disaster waiting to happen.

But you were trapped.

The game started. The questions were light at first.

Then came the teasing jabs.

One of Sukuna’s guys leaned in with a smirk.

“Y/N…have you ever been to a bar?”

You froze. Toshi immediately grabbed your glass and downed it for you.

“Next.”

He said and the table howled with laughter. Another question.

Have you ever called someone a dumbass at a bar?

The question made Sukuna laugh. Another drink passed to Toshi. Another save. But it came to a pint where Toshi was blushing looking a little dizzy, slumping closer to the table.

Your face was red too from embarrassment and guilt. You tried to reach for the drink this time, wanting to take one for him but your hands were trembling.

Then you felt it.

A breath. Warm. Right against your ear.

Sukuna had leaned in, close enough to feel his lips brush your skin as he whispered.

“Come on, princess. Give in.”

You flinched.

His voice was like smoke—taunting, amused, and low enough that no one else heard.

“Let me see her again. That girl I met at the bar.”

He leaned in closer.

“The one with fire in her eyes…and no filter on her mouth.”

You swallowed hard, fists tightening under the table.

Because the scariest thing wasn’t that he wanted to see that side of her but was that she was clawing her way to the surface.

The game dragged on, round after round. Every question that even remotely hinted at the bar made your chest tighten. And every time you tried to pass, Sukuna—with that devilish grin plastered on his face would slide the glass toward you.

“Drink up, princess.”

He’d murmur, watching every sip you took with predatory satisfaction.

“Why are you so quiet now?”

One of his guys teased, noticing how your cheeks were pink.

“She’s shy.”

Sukuna answered for you, his voice dripping with mockery as he leaned close, his breath brushing your ear.

“But I know better, don’t I?”

You glared at him through half-lidded eyes, your mind fuzzy.

“Shut. Up.”

Sukuna smirked.

“Make me.”

That was it. Your mind was swirling with alcohol, heat, and Sukuna’s constant teasing. You wanted him to just stop talking. To just—shut up.

So without thinking, you turned in your seat. And with one swift motion, you grabbed Sukuna’s jaw, fingers brushing against the tattoos on his face—And you kissed him.

The table exploded.

“WHOOO!!”

“Holy shiiiiiit!”

“Y/N!!!”

But you didn’t care. Not for a second. Because Sukuna’s lips were warm and rough under yours, and for the first time since the bar, he shut up.

Sukuna froze for a heartbeat, surprised by your boldness. Then he groaned low in his throat deep, hungry and kissed you back.

Not gentle. Not sweet. But with a kind of raw, feral hunger that made your stomach flip.

His hand moved to your waist, gripping you like he was seconds from pulling you onto his lap.

The taste of smoke and whiskey lingered on his lips. You felt his tongue teasing against yours, his body pressing closer. The entire table was going wild, half of them drunk enough to bang their fists and cheer like it was a damn prize fight.

But just as Sukuna leaned in, ready to deepen the kiss, you stopped. Pulling back, you stared into his crimson eyes—dazed but defiant.

Your lips hovered centimeters from his, your breath hot against his mouth.

“Behave.”

You whispered, your voice husky, dangerous.

For a second, Sukuna’s grin faltered, replaced by a glint of something darker—something that looked a lot like want.

And then, before he could say a word, you pushed him back into his seat. Your hand lingered on his chest for a beat, steady but firm.

Sukuna just sat there, silent, staring at you. Then a slow, wicked grin curled his lips, his tongue flicking across his teeth like he was savoring your taste.

The table was still cheering, most are too drunk to even process what happened. Meanwhile, Toshi looked was already out when it happened.

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killin it girl! by jhope (ft. nami & sanji ^_^)

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There In Your Eyes - Monster Trio x GN!Reader

Premise: The Strawhat boys are enjoying time with their favorite person (you!), when all of a sudden the sunlight hits your eyes just right and they're transfixed. Enamored by your beauty. What will they say to you in such a tender moment? <3 (pre-relationship fluff)

Content Warning: None!

Note: The reader is assigned a different eye color with each bachelor.

Monkey D. Luffy (Green Eyes)

It was a lovely day aboard the Thousand Sunny. The sun was out shining brightly on its brilliantly blue canvas. Large pillowy clouds littered the sky, shifting into various silhouettes as the sea breeze blew by gently. Stepping out from the galley, you had a bucket of water in your left hand and a mop in your right. Taking in your surroundings, you lamented having to work so hard during such a nice day.

Nami had assigned you to swab the deck, but who'd want to do that? Today was perfect for lounging on deck and avoiding any kind of responsibility. And yet there you were, scrubbing from the poop deck to the main. As the heat from the morning sun began to grow in intensity, so did your fatigue. But there, in the not-so-far distance, you spotted your captain sitting on the ship's figurehead. Thus, birthed the salvation to your 'problem'. You knew he didn't mind your company up there, and so now was the perfect time to hang out with your captain. instead of finishing your work

Besides, if Nami asks, you were taking your break early.

You discarded your mop and bucket by the mast and strolled over to Luffy, who for once, wasn't a bouncing ball of energy. Instead, he too was enjoying this beautiful day. Relaxing in his current position as the wind blew gentle kisses upon his skin.

"Don't mind if I join you cap'n'?" You ask gingerly

"Of course, _____! Come on up!" He gleamed, scooting over to make some room for you with that big ole smile on his face.

And so you sit up there with your captain, enjoying the quiet moment between the two of you. You'd converse with each other until the ship passed through the cover of clouds, and the bright afternoon sun illuminated your facial features. Your eyes dilated at the brightness before shutting close for a moment to adjust.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, it was a small thing you did, nothing special really, but Luffy didn't care about how benign the act was. When the sunlight hit your face, it made your eyes glow. The glistening shade of jade captures the captain's attention, and all he could do is continue to stare into the windows of your soul.

"What's up, Luffy?" You ask, feeling slightly unerved by the intensity of his staring.

"Your eyes look so cool!" He explained.

"My eyes? That's what captured your attention?!" you laughed in disbelief.

"Good one, cap'n! But there isn't really much to like about my eyes," you dismissed further.

"What do you mean by that, _____?" he pouted.

"I think your eyes are cool because... they are like the forest! They are always so full of life and wonder! I love looking in them 'cuz it makes me think about our next adventure together," he bashfully confessed. A light blush dusted his cheeks as he diverted his eyes from you momentarily.

The weight of his words didn't affect him in the slightest. Just a sincere compliment before his attention gets turned to a creature he spots in the distance. How ignorant he was to the way he just made your heart beat now. Luffy looked back at your flushed face, excitement traded for concern as he placed his hand on your forehead

"Hey, why are you red all of a sudden? are you getting sick?" he inquired.

"N-no, I'm not sick. It's getting kind of warm, is all a-and look at the time! I'd better swab the deck before Nami gets mad at me." You stammered, hoping that despite your poor choice of words, you could excuse yourself.

"Oh, okay! Well then you better do that fast. I hate it when Nami is mad at me too," He beamed. You sighed in relief, quietly reveling that your embarrassment went unnoticed by a certain dark-haired individual.

"But before you go, here." he swiftly removed his iconic straw hat and placed it firmly onto your head.

"This should give you some shade while you're working! Make sure to bring it back to me, okay!?"

"Aye aye, captain!" blushing furiously before you head off the do your chores like you should have done earlier.

"Good," he said before he turned his head forward, looking out to the grandline, secretly awaiting the next moment when he could have to get lost in your eyes. His favorite adventure.

Roronoa Zoro (Blue/Grey)

It was a cloudy day on the Sunny. Ocean waves gently caress the hull of the ship as speckles of sunlight peak through darkened skies. The members of the Straw Hat crew littered across the ship, tending to whatever kept them occupied during such downcast weather.

And so there you were, sitting in the library staring wistfully out the window. Originally, you were re-reading one of your favorite books when, along the way you became too preoccupied by your thoughts. The novel remained neglected in your hands as your mind was taking you away from your current surroundings and blurring into memories from long ago. Muddled moments of the past shift into amorphous unknowns of the future.

Suddenly, a deep voice gently called out to you. Breaking you out of your dissociative trance. You were approached by a certain swordsman. He was shirtless; a towel hung loosely from his shoulder. His skin was damp with sweat and glistened under the warm light of the library. He must have finished his workout and come upstairs to bathe. for once

"____, did you not hear me call out to you?" The swordsman asked.

"N-no. I didn't, my bad, Zoro." You admit absentmindedly.

" Well, it's alright, I was just asking you if someone was using the bathroom."

"Oh well, I don't remember anyone coming up here to use it recently, so it should be all yours."

"Hmph, I don't expect you to remember anything from the last 10 minutes with how much of a space cadet you've been," he teased

"What! How'd you know I was spacing out?" You asked

"You get a certain kind of look in your eyes," Zoro stated, as he stepped closer to your shrunken form.

"What look?" You inquired, looking up to the green-haired man.

"The kind where your mind takes you somewhere far away." He stated.

"Really, who knew that the pirate hunter Zoro enjoys looking in his crewmates' eyes?" you teased, a subtle way to deflect from the fact that he read you like the very book that was in your hands.

"Very funny, _____. But it's true. Usually, your eyes are like rain, gentle and nourishing. Whatever it is that's on your mind; you're overthinking it." He said as he made his way to the bathroom door. Oblivious to your very shocked expression from how he just clocked your tea. As he grabbed the door handle, he turned his head over his shoulder. Calling out to you one more time.

"And between you and me, I always sleep best when it rains." He confessed, before shutting the door to the lavatory.

As the door shut, you ruminated on what the swordsman had said. Your heart beating just a little bit faster.

Vinsmoke Sanji (light brown/amber)

Today you decided to spend some time with the Strawhat's resident cook, Sanji. It was late in the afternoon when He began his dinner preparations. Conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you. Before you knew it, time flew as you watched him masterfully maneuver about the kitchen, in a dance of culinary expertise. Occasionally, he'd round the corner to offer you a sampling of the meal to come.

As dusk approached, the sky was painted in rich tones of tangerine and marigold. Once again, he returned to you. A spoon in his hands as he addressed you.

"_____ darling, please try this and tell me what you think." He asked, as he gingerly brought the spoon closer to your lips. Having become accustomed to this newly established routine, you indulged his request. Tasting the sauce that was to accompany the main course. You paused for a moment, contemplating the complex flavors that burst on your tongue. Sanji waiting with bated breath to see what the verdict was.

"If Luffy's greedy ass eats this up, I’ll hang him from the mast by his hat strings," You remarked. Causing both of you to burst out in a belly-aching laugh.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, mon amour." He chuckled.

As you continue to joke around with the cook, the warm light of the sunset hits your eyes, and it took his breath away how the sun illuminates them. They were like the burning embers of a flame, warm and comforting. The mood then shifts as Sanji goes from laughing jovially to pausing and gently admiring your soft features.

It didn't take long for you to notice his sudden change in demeanor. He truly was just admiring you, but the intensity in his eyes were a bit unnerving. You felt your cheeks begin to flush as he continued to stare, and cautiously you asked him,

"H-hey is there something on my face?"

Your call to him snapped the chef out of his enthralled stupor. As he realized that he spaced out taking in your beauty. He bashfully turned his head away from you. Avoiding your gaze out of embarrassment as he answered your question. "N-no love, there's nothing on your face."

"Then why did you stare at me like that? Made me concerned that there was sauce somewhere I couldn't see." You joked, trying to ease the sudden tension that enveloped the room. It made Sanji's heart ache at the mildly self-deprecating joke you made. He knew it was to try and lighten the mood, but that small moment, when he truly saw you.

Not your title, nor the mask you wear, but simply just you, as you are. Existing in tandem with everything else in the universe. A sudden and swift moment, permanently etched into his memory.

He could not afford to let you disrespect yourself. Not when he just experienced beauty in its purest form. With his resolve strengthened, Sanji turned his gaze to you, passionate and intense. He stepped closer to you, placing down the tasting spoon as he grabbed a hold of one of your hands within both of his own.

"Please,_____, don't make such comments about yourself. I'm sorry that my admiration for you may have come across in an unwanted manner, but honestly, you're the most beautiful person I've ever had to pleasure to lay my eyes upon. The reason I was staring is because of how easily I can get lost in your eyes. The sunlight illuminates them with such warmth that I feel like I am looking into the embers of an eternal roaring flame." The chef confessed.

Now it was your turn to blush.

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Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader

summary: on the rare occasion that sukuna takes his nephew out to the park, he notices another kid with blush pink hair— a baby to be exact. he tries not to stare too much, but it’s hard not to, it’s a rare hair color. it’s not until the baby’s mother takes her out of the swing set and back into her stroller when he realizes why you ghosted him almost 2 years ago.

genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, horrible communication, angst, fluff, smut

notes: I'm posting this to get it out of the way now, but I'll do the tags a little later. Anyways, you've seen the sneak peeks, enjoy! 8.5k w/c

m.list | part nine | part ten | part eleven

He’s been on the phone for hours, with multiple people— his manager, his coach, the team’s PR manager. Even the owner of the team, who was profusely apologizing to Sukuna despite having no fault in it whatsoever. He just didn’t want to accidentally piss off the star player even more.

And pissed is an understatement, he is livid.

You thought you’d seen it all with Sukuna, at least in terms of his temper, but it reached heights unheard of today. He’s been outside on the balcony this entire time yet the bass of his voice managed to reach yours and Yomi’s ears through the heavy door that separates you from him. You heard all the threats and degrading names that’ve been flying out of his mouth ever since he saw his daughter's entire face plastered on some exposé titled “Sukuna’s Secret Life”.

It was concerning at first, knowing how sensitive Yomi could be and the fact that she’s never actually seen her dad angry. You were so sure she’d get scared, but aside from the short breaks she takes from playing to side-eye him, she only really cares about the toys laid out in front of her.

Which is somewhat funny, but also a little alarming.

For as much as he coddles her dramatic little self, you’d think she’d return the favor by showing some concern over him yelling over the phone for hours, but she doesn’t. It’s almost as if his behavior and sudden outbursts were an inconvenience for her from the way she just stops playing. Yeah— he was loud, but not enough for it to serve as an interruption for whatever she was making her labubu’s talk about.

You’re not sure whether you want to laugh or scoff at the way she refuses to acknowledge him, despite clearly being aware of his mood. It’s moments like this that make you wonder if there was a line that needed to be drawn, and if she was even old enough for that.

Children are naturally selfish— especially Sayomi, who probably won’t ever have to beg for your attention or Sukuna's, let alone wonder if you love her.

Being selfish is good, you both agreed on that. You want her to unapologetically be herself. For her to go through life with her head held up high, making decisions with her happiness in mind and not just because someone pushed her to.

Of course you also want her to think of others, to be a kind and uplifting person, but only when she knows they won’t try to pull her down in the process.

Discernment. You can go so far with just that skill alone. But from the looks of it, you’ll most likely have to focus on the ‘thinking about others’ part first if she doesn’t grow out of this little phase that’s filled with a hurtful amount of sass and glares.

Then again, she’s an only child. There isn’t anyone around that’ll teach her what sharing is or how to be a team player in general. You thought Yuji would help out with that, but he’s too fucking nice. On top of knowing he has to be extra gentle and patient with her, he’s just nicer to girls in general, thanks to Yuki and Choso. He already shows up with the full intent of sharing his toys.

Sayomi couldn’t even yank something out of his hand if she tried, he’s already handing her whatever’s in his hand before she gets the chance to think about it. She’s tried to yank things out of your hands before, but quickly learned to stop after getting called out by her father. It’s not the same though. She’s not learning to be nice to other people, she’s learning to be nice to her mother who she knows wouldn’t leave her. She just stopped because she doesn’t like getting scolded by her dad.

And then there’s Sukuna. The worst she’s done is smack him and all he did was make fun of her for acting like a little psycho— didn’t last long either. He ended up having to console her after laughing a little too hard at one of his own jokes.

There was the option to put her in a daycare, which he immediately shut down. Word for word, he said, “I’m not sending my little girl somewhere that’s infested with a bunch of snot-nosed brats.”

As if that wouldn’t happen in regular school, but you let it go. You pick and choose your battles wisely with him when it comes to parenting her, and figured getting an early start to the whole socialization thing wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, especially with all the quality time she gets with her family in general.

Though there was another option that sat in the back of your mind.

Giving Sayomi a sibling.

The thought’s been there, it didn’t help that you had your own reasons for wanting another one either. Not right this second or even this year, but one day.

Picturing Sukuna taking care of a little newborn was something you’ve been indulging in more than you’d like to admit. It was more on the delusional side too, but you couldn’t help it— not after seeing the way he dotes on the child you two already share together. He cherishes her in a way every child deserves to be cherished. It’s sincere. Unconditional. The kind of love everyone deserved to experience.

It put you in a strange spot where wanting one was bad given your situation, but it also wasn't a crime.

You always thought that if the desire ever came, it’d be from missing the crawling stage or just wanting a bigger family in general. Yet here you were, wanting one more baby from Sukuna so you could simply watch them grow up with the same tenderness Sayomi’s being raised with.

He makes it look so easy. You wonder if he’s ever realized that— how much better off the world would be if everyone received the same amount of care and patience he gave to Sayomi.

But you also wonder if there's enough room in his heart for another one. If he even wanted to make more room, or if he was content with just one.

It felt selfish after swearing up and down at one point that he wasn’t cut out to be a dad. Not to mention you two still have your own issues to work through and aren't even together yet.

So you hold back and keep your little thoughts of having a mini Yomi to yourself, especially now. Given how much of a nightmare this exposé has been, you doubt he’d even want another kid at this point.

You were angry about it too, but you also leaned more towards feeling spooked. You barely left your neighbourhood to begin with, seeing that many photos of the three of you, or even just you and Yomi, was unnerving. At the shopping mall, the farmers market, gas station, getting fucking ice cream. Not to mention all the photos they’ve found of you and the baby online, whoever did it must’ve sent a friend request to a distant family member that had no concept of internet safety.

To think that you would’ve never guessed it either made it worse.

Sayomi’s really the only reason why you haven’t had another panic attack. She’s surprisingly really good at distracting you, especially since she’s started making her toys talk to each other. Deciphering what she’s making them talk about was impossible though. All you know is whether they're arguing or not, but there wasn't much of a pattern to that. You thought she’d make her labubu’s argue today from watching her dad arguing on the phone, but you were proud to say they’ve been nice to each other all afternoon.

Outside, you hear Sukuna yell out one last and final “FUCK”, before opening the door and stepping back inside the living room. He’s mumbling something about someone being a useless piece of shit, all while looking like shit himself. Hair all over the place from running his hands through it, pupils blown out, and dark circles you only noticed when your eyes finally met his.

He was supposed to spend the weekend resting, not raging out over his daughter’s privacy.

“Dada,” your daughter breaks the silence, twisting her head back to look at him as if she’d be waiting for him to get off the phone.

“Hm?” he all but raises his brows, silently praying to fucking god that she doesn’t—

“Abubu1 play?” she asks, raising one in her hand.

1Labubu

He’s never been a fan or seen the appeal. In fact, he hates her whole entire fucking collection of them. They remind him of those furbies Jin used to collect, except these ones looked like they got crafted into voodoo dolls by Satan himself.

He just stares at first with a dumbfounded look on his face. He spent the first half of the day fighting for her privacy, and now she wants him to play with one of the stuffed demon bears you can’t seem to stop bringing home.

“No thanks,” he curtly declines.

“Mama.”

Is she trying to fucking snitch on him?

You try your best to keep your composure. Now’s not the time to laugh over how offended they both look. You lightly clear your throat, and that annoyed him enough to let out a disgusted scoff in return, which made it even harder for you to act like an adult.

“What’s wrong, babe?” you finally ask her.

“Dada play,” she murmurs, hoping you’d do something about his refusal to play “dolls” with her. Honestly, if they were normal barbie dolls, he’d probably plop down beside her right now and happily pretend that his doll was her doll’s severely underpaid and abused servant. But he won’t because you refuse to get her normal shit.

“But Dada said no,” you politely break the news to her.

“Dada bad.”

He’s rolling his eyes now and you can’t help but feel bad for him. He probably just wants to lay down right now, but he has to listen to his daughter call him an asshole.

“Dada’s not bad, he’s just tired,” you try to explain to her.

“Mad?” she asks, finally acknowledging this morning and afternoon's temper.

“Mhm,” you nod, “his heart hurts right now, you should give him a hug.” He scoffs again.

“A booboo?”

“Exactly— go give him a hug.”

That’s all she needed to get her butt up and make her way over to him, holding her arms out wide to give him a hug. She bursts out squealing and laughing though when he picks her up instead and walks over to the couch to sit. It obviously wasn’t going to take away his exhaustion, but it did make him feel a little better.

“Booboo?” she points at his chest.

“Close,” he hums and taps on his temple, “gotta headache.”

“Aww,” she responds, you two aren’t sure if she actually means it since she smiled. But you guess she actually did when she handed him her beloved labubu that he was not aware was in her hand this whole entire time.

He thanked her, remembering his manners and all, but still waited until you both were looking away to toss it behind the couch. She’s got enough of those demon dolls to not notice if one was missing.

“Soooo,” you hum, picking some toys off the ground, “I’m guessing there’s still not much on who took all those pictures?”

“Nope,” he murmurs in defeat. “They were sent in anonymously too.”

“What about the exposé and pictures?”

They were a completely different story. The publishing company would much rather pay him than take it down from how much revenue they’re making from all the website visits they've gotten. And who knows how many people have saved the piece and the photos at this point, it’s not like he could go after all the people that’ve saved and reposted the photos.

“...so that's it?” you flatly ask. “The whole world just thinks you're some asshole that’s embarrassed of your kid?”

Yes. Not that he cared. The only opinions that really mattered were yours and Sayomi’s when it came to his role as a father. The only one who really cares about the false narrative is you, which he appreciates. You wanted everyone to see how good he was to her, you wanted them to see how big of a smile he’s able to leave on her face. He gets it, he’d feel the same if the roles were reversed, so he doesn’t try to talk you out of your frustration.

“They offered to interview me,” he says, letting Yomi down so she could go back to playing, “both of us actually, to try to clear everything up— offered a shit ton of money too.”

It was sleezy— publishing a whole exposé, and instead of taking it down, they offered to interview him instead since they’d also be getting the first scoop. You were always going to say no, but you didn’t expect him to turn it down the moment they offered it to him. It was never about the money for him, it was the principle. All he wanted was to get both your faces off that article.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice growing raspier. “I’m having a friend look into who took all those photos though. We can’t get them off the internet, but we can still sue the shit out of them for distress.”

“I should get my doctor to prescribe me antidepressants,” you mumble, pulling a chuckle out of the man before his face went back to being flat and lifeless again. “How much did you sleep last night?”

He takes a deep breath while trying to remember, but eventually gives up with a shrug. “Who knows.” It wasn’t much, that’s for sure.

“Our flight’s not for another 5 hours, you should try to take a nap.”

“Can’t,” he grumbles, getting up from the couch, “I haven’t even packed all my shit yet.”

“Let me do it,” you offer.

“It’s fine, I g—“

“I don’t care,” you wave a hand, clearly not interested in debating over his sleep. Usually he’d have more of a reaction— not today. The mental exhaustion of it all chipped away at his brain and his will argue. “Yomi’s supposed to take a nap anyways, just make her a bottle and sleep on the pull-out couch so I don’t wake you two up while getting everything packed.”

“You sure?”

You don’t even know why he asks. The glimmer of hope in his eyes after realizing he really could finally rest was too hard to miss.

“Yes,” you smile, getting up from the ground. “I’m sure she’d be happy to take a nap with you too.”

“Doubt it,” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair. “Watch her get all pouty until I put Mit Raetuhl on my phone.”

You laugh at his mispronunciation of Ms. Rachel as you try to walk past him. He looks like he’s melting into the couch, laying back in a typical manspread with his head thrown back. Yet he still manages to grab your arm before you can get too far from him.

“C’mere,” he says, lazily tugging you toward him.

“What?”

“Just come here,” he murmurs, continuing to tug at you. He sees you glancing at Yomi, who’s back in her own little world right now, and snickers before tugging you towards him enough to wrap his other hand around the back of your neck. “Didn’t even let me get to thank you.”

“You can thank me by going to sleep,” you say in a low tone, nearly holding your breath because you feel like you’re about to fall on him.

“You’re getting two thank you’s then,” he hums, finally pulling you all the way down and kissing you— deeply. It’s slow and he swipes his tongue over yours from the beginning. You should have expected it with the way he was looking at you, but you let it happen because he looked like he was about to die anyway.

Then your child finally notices how silent it’s been, turns around, and does this weird pterodactyl screech because she fucking hates when he so much as so gives you a peck on the cheek, so her doll goes flying at her dad. He put on Ms. Rachel immediately after and fell asleep the moment he laid down, letting Yomi watch on his phone beside him.

You really didn’t mind either, you were just in the other room. She was safe. The mattress was low to the ground, her dad wasn’t one to toss and turn in bed either.

It didn’t stop you from checking in on them and taking photos. Sukuna was already knocked out when you took the first one, with Yomi leaned over him, propping his phone on his chest. She was still awake for the second one, but was actually laying normally while Sukuna had an arm slung over her, still watching her show. And by the third, she was passed out, laying on top of him like a literal starfish, completely forgetting about how pissed she was at him.

—

Life somewhat calmed down as the days progressed.

Traveling wasn’t too bad since you waited for your flight in a private lounge and boarded the plane first, but Sukuna naturally found a way to stay stressed throughout the trip by using up all of his Wi-Fi on the plane. It was a constant cycle of him checking his phone, then getting pissed that nobody has gotten back to him yet.

He didn’t talk, which was great, but you still avoided him. Just seeing how stressed he was made you feel the same.

The hotel situation changed a little as well since he asked for extra security. Luckily it wasn’t too noticeable, just a few more outside of the building, along with one that kept their eyes on the floor of the suite you were staying in.

The controversy surrounding the news and leaked photos had gotten a little better. Not because it died down, but because Sukuna had gotten some time to get used to it and you stopped checking all the comments on certain media sites and pages. The team's management wasn’t the most useful, mainly because there was nothing much they could do about the photos, so they decided to make up for it by being as supportive as they could.

Which meant giving Sukuna a raise. The last thing anyone wanted was for him to retire early, and simply saying “this isn’t worth it” over the phone was enough to make them go into overdrive with the damage control. They were aware he was having a bad day, but the chances of him following through with it was a little higher compared to the other players. He didn’t care about drastic life changes, that much was clear when he put most of his partying to a halt after finding out he had a kid. To top it off, not once has anyone heard him complain about it.

They also matched how much money you’d be losing from taking time off work for the rest of the trip. There was no way in hell Sukuna was going to let some stranger watch his child, it didn’t matter if you were in another room. You were against it at first, knowing all the nannies had background checks. Then you realized that if you were to take Sayomi back home and return to your normal life, you’d most likely be on edge since he wouldn’t be just a few minutes away. You probably would’ve been okay, but probably just wasn’t good enough at the moment, especially when you never knew someone stalked you and took photos for weeks without knowing in the first place.

Taking time off ended up working out just fine anyways. The assistant you hired to help with some of your clients is teaming up with an agency to manage your client list. She also seems to be trustworthy with all of the info she’s given you about them in private. If she keeps this up you might just be begging her to stay with you if she ever tried to leave.

Sayomi seems to be happier with not spending time with a stranger for half the day anyways. Not that she was miserable, but you’d rather her be all rainbows and sunshine for most of the day, rather than whatever the hell she was with the last nanny. Side-eyeing the poor woman whenever she spoke— hurts your feelings just thinking about it.

With tomorrow's game and conference, everything should start to settle. At least he hopes. He’s a little more on the optimistic side today, probably because his coach and manager decided it’d be more beneficial for him to take a little more time off and surprised him with a half day. They figured he’d use the time to relax and hang out with his family, which is exactly what he was planning to do.

All that went through his mind on the way back to the hotel was a hot shower, room service, and a good movie that was appropriate enough for Yomi to watch. He wasn’t doing the whole tea party with demon dolls thing tonight— he couldn’t. This was his day and since Yomi’s too young to get that, he’ll just make it seem like all the fun was for her.

Walking into the room, he just assumes he’ll be met with something wholesome, like you and his child curled up in bed and taking a midday nap, because why else would it be so quiet right now? But Sayomi’s asleep, in her actual room— obviously. He wouldn’t be witnessing the scene that’s in front of him if you weren’t alone.

He’s sending his manager and coach a gift basket for this one day.

Nothing about the building is thin, or creaky. It’s strong, sturdy, will probably not need to be remodeled within the next 50 years, and filled with elements that absorb sound. Now that he thinks about it, he didn’t hear his own footsteps when walking here, the door didn’t creak when opening it. It wasn’t until actually stepping into the room that he began to hear the soft vibrations paired with the slutty little sounds that were escaping your lips.

Of course you would, you have needs, he’s not a fucking idiot. He sure feels like one though because how did the thought of you fucking yourself not cross his mind before or after you began traveling together?

And of course you wouldn’t notice him, you were too absorbed in what you were doing. You looked like you were having fun. Leaned back against the headboard. Knees up and legs spread. Eyes on the vibrator in your hand, because you used to enjoy watching yourself get fucked by him in the past, so of course you’d enjoy watching yourself get fucked by your own damn self too.

Greedy. Messy as hell, yet still so pretty. This is fucking insane. He’s… stunned. His heart pounds a little faster every time you make a sound because he really shouldn’t be here, but he can’t move. He doesn’t want to.

“Fuck.”

Then you look up. And scream. Because he didn’t say that in his head, even though he thought he did. He’s an idiot and now you’re covering yourself. You’re also yelling at him and there’s no way for him to tell you that you should stop because it’s turning him on right now. You’ll probably just yell at him even more.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

He doesn’t know how to answer that, he’s still stuck on what was happening a minute ago. He’s also a little dumbfounded by the question. But he finally picks his jaw off the fucking floor to answer your question. “This is my room too,” he says, not even trying to be rude.

“No, what are you doing here?!” you continue to yell at him. “You weren’t supposed to be back until five.”

“Oh— they uh— let me off. Early. Forgot to text you,” he says, still standing there like an idiot. “My bad.”

You let out a long, disappointed sigh. Too busy hoping your heart rate would start to settle from the initial scare that you don’t realize there's a grin steadily growing on the man’s face. But then he opens his fucking mouth, again.

“So have you just been… waiting? To have some alone time to do this?” he says, clearly amused by this all.

“Oh my god— stop,” you grimace, rubbing your temple..

“I’m just asking a question,” he snorts, leaning against the wall, probably thinking of a hundred more questions lined up for you. “Do you bring that thing with you whenever you shower?”

Your face scrunches up in disgust. “Why do you care?”

“I can’t be curious?”

“No, it’s weird,” you scoff.

“So defensive,” he chuckles and begins to walk over to you, making your stomach drop and hands grip the blanket covering the lower half of your body. As if it couldn’t get any worse, he picks up your vibrator that you didn’t even realize you dropped earlier and turns it on with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Your eyes grow wide with a mixture of shock and embarrassment, trying to grab it back from him, but the blanket didn’t leave you much range to reach it. Not like you had much of a chance anyways, he reeled his hand back the first time you tried. “What is wrong with you?! Turn that off!”

“Damn,” he mutters to himself as he inspects it, completely ignoring your more than reasonable reaction.

“Can you stop fucking smelling it?!” you nearly hiss.

“Smells good though,” he teasingly responds.

Everything would’ve been fine had he just left, but your soul just about shrivels up and dies at this point from how much worse he’s making everything. He eventually stops and turns the damn thing off, only because you looked like you were going to die and he couldn’t have that happen just yet.

“Bet you didn’t even get to finish because of me,” he says, as if he actually felt bad for you.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you sigh with your head in your hands.

“I know,” he hums back rather fondly, sitting down in front of you. “I could make it up to you if you pulled the blanket off.”

You let out a dry laugh, “you’re so annoying.”

“Yeah,” he easily agrees with you. “Can’t even play with yourself because I’m always doing stupid shit like coming home early.”

You can tell he’s fighting for his life trying to stay serious right now from the way his mouth twitched a couple times, lightly clearing his throat after. His eyes aren’t even on yours anymore, his attention’s directed at the blanket. It might as well be the biggest obstacle he has in life at the moment. It’s not until he reaches forward and lightly pinches the blanket when he finally looks at you, looking past your warning that’s in the form of a glare.

“Blanket’s soft,” he randomly comments, lifting it up a few inches, grazing your leg in the process. Then the little shit sticks his hand under it to rub your knee. “Legs are soft too— you get a new lotion or something?”

You’ve never met anyone that’s tried their luck as much as him.

“No,” you boredly respond, “they're probably dry right now from the weather.”

“That’s not good,” he shakes his head, acting offended for you. “...It’s probably this blanket— absorbing all the moisture from your legs or something.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” you say, suppressing a laugh.

“Get rid of it anyways,” he chuckles. “I’m running out of ideas here.”

“Good, you weren’t slick to begin with.”

“Wasn’t trying to be,” he hums, completely unbothered, still lazily rubbing circles into your leg under the blanket. “I just wanted to get you to laugh, it worked too.”

“I can’t stand you.” You don’t even know why you said it, you sound as serious as him at this point. Not to mention he’s probably getting off on the insults.

“Lay down then,” he persists, clearly enjoying how stupid this exchange is.

It was working anyway. Not just the jokes, but from the way he continued to creep closer— your inner thigh now being where his hand rested. There’s no need to look under the blanket to guess how wet you already were, he could feel the heat radiating off of you.

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “Do I suck at eating pussy or something?”

“It’s not that,” you start, but don’t even complete the sentence.

“So you’re being stubborn… just to be stubborn?” he smirks, already knowing that’s exactly what it was.

“It’s not that either,” you shrink down a little, unsure of what else to say because he unfortunately clocked your shit.

“Alright then— since I interrupted you, here’s what I’m gonna do,” he begins to tug at the blanket, “I’m gonna pull this off and put my head in between your thighs, and if you tell me to stop, then I’ll stop.”

He waits to see if you’ll even say something, but after some time of having a little stare off, he doesn’t hesitate to follow through with it. The blanket was off before you could even blink and the little squeal you let out from how abrupt it was made his dick jump. He pretty much pounced on you, grabbing you by the backs of your knees and holding them up so he get face to face your pussy

“Fuckin’ hell,” he curses to himself, throwing your legs over his shoulder, “can’t believe you get this soaked from watching me beg— that’s one fucked up kink, sweetheart.”

“Not a kink,” you murmur, leaning back and propping yourself up on your elbows. “Didn’t make you beg either.”

“Maybe not, but it fuckin’ felt like it,” he mumbles, swiping his thumb through your folds and bringing it up to you. He didn’t have to tell you to open your mouth, and definitely didn’t have to tell you to swirl your tongue around it or lightly suck when he pressed down on your tongue. “Always been so good with this mouth— you ever miss having my cock in it?”

You hum and nod slowly.

“Yeah? Gonna make me beg for that too?”

You shake your head.

“Liar,” he chuckles, pulling his thumb out of your mouth with a pop before putting his attention back on your dripping folds. “So fuckin’ evil for that.”

You try to talk back, but the words get stuck in your throat when he presses a kiss on your inner thigh. And then hums into another one that was just inches away from where you actually needed him— clearly not in a rush. You shouldn’t even be surprised, he always finds a way to get back at others.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, barely scolding you. "You say you can’t stand me but then you go dumb the second my mouth gets near your pussy.”

“Yeah because you do shit like tease me,” you argue back, but it comes out as a needy whine.

“Don’t act like you didn’t deserve it,” he chuckles, then leans in again. Except this time he finally gives you what you want— pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and licking one long and painfully slow stripe through your folds, then looks back up to see your reaction. “Did that feel good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

He dips his head back down and drags his tongue through you again, slower this time, softly groaning into it. He flicks his tongue off your clit, then does it all over again a few more times, enjoying the way he can feel your body tense underneath him.

“Am I still annoying?” he asks.

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s back on you, wiping away whatever thought you had in your mind with the languid strokes of his tongue— flattening it against your clit and swiping up with the perfect amount of pressure. It’s not rushed, doesn’t feel like he has a goal in mind either. He just plays with you, lapping away at you for fun. Yet he still somehow leaves you out of breath and struggling to keep your legs open.

“You alright?” he murmurs.

You barely nod and he just laughs. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yeah,” you breathe, barely coherent. “Keep going.”

“Of course,” he says, all while slipping not one, but two of his fingers inside of you. It pulls a gasp out of you and he acts just as shocked as you, because he’s a fucking asshole. “See what happens when you stop being a stubborn brat?”

You all but nod when his mouth goes back to your clit, lightly sucking at it while curling his fingers right into your sweet spot.

“Be honest with me, baby,” he says, just barely grabbing your attention. “What were you thinking about when you were fuckin’ yourself earlier?”

“You,” you say without hesitation.

“Fuck,” he groans, clearly loving the answer, curling his fingers faster as a reward. “What else were you thinking about it?”

“Fucking you,” you whisper.

“Look at you being all sweet and answering my questions,” he says mockingly, pulling his fingers out as fast as he pushed them in. “Want my cock instead?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? Want it right now?”

You hesitate for a moment, really thinking about it. “You’re so big though.”

“Don’t tell me you're scared of it now all of a sudden,” he says in amusement, pressing a kiss on your inner thigh before sitting back to take his shirt off, revealing the inked lines and his chiseled chest.

“No, you’re just mean with it— stop smiling, I'm being serious,” you scoff. "I don't feel like doing that tonight.”

“I can be nice,” he says, taking his boxers off to reveal how fucking hard he is already, leaking precum and throbbing if you look hard enough. He sits down beside you and grabs you by the waist. “C’mere, I’ll take care of you if you get tired.”

He slowly strokes himself as you move to straddle him, staying up a little to let him run his head through your folds. Your breath sharpens when it grazes over your clit, so he does it again and again until you're complaining, then he finally pushes you down just enough to get the tip in, letting you do the rest.

His thumb moves to rub little circles around your clit as you begin easing yourself down, making it easier to work yourself open with how thick he was, pulling yourself up after each inch you went down, slowly working up to a pace.

“That’s it— let me see you fuck yourself,” he groans, gripping your waist a little tighter, steadying you more than guiding you. “You missed this, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you say, almost breathless as you bottom out, earning a low hum out of him.

“I bet.” He begins to move a little on his own, deepening it, hitting a spot that makes your eyes glaze over a little more. “Better than that little vibrator of yours, huh?”

“Fuck— yeah,” you moan, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

“So stubborn for no reason,” he lazily smirks, grinding your hips down against him. “Just wanted you to feel good— shouldn’t have to hide to cum.”

“Think you just don’t want me to unless it’s with you.”

“I love seeing it,” he murmurs, proudly admitting it. “Watching you cum so hard your legs get all shaky, cryin’ because of me— fuckin’ sexy.”

His hands slide up your back, leaning you forward so he could take over, and you let him. You kiss him and he takes over that too. It’s messy and all tongue, groaning into your mouth, lightly biting your lip when he pulls you away. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when his lips trail down lower, starting from your jaw and working his way down to your chest, all while snapping his hips up harder, going faster.

His mouth latches on to a nipple and you nearly squeal from how fucking good it feels, flicking and swirling his tongue around it. It gets to a point where you’re just a mess, locked in his arms, unable to escape his tongue and deep thrusts.

Then he moves his thumb back to your clit and you fucking lose it.

He grins after pulling his mouth off of you with a pop and then shushes you. “You’re gonna wake her up if you keep screaming like a little slut— you don’t want me to stop, right?”

“No— no, please,” you whine, doing your best to hold it in.

“Then shut up,” he laughs, and you genuinely want to cry because he just fucks you even faster afterwards. You’re left whimpering into the crook of his neck, fighting the urge to bite down while taking every inch he gives you, yet your only complaint is the fact that you’re out of breath.

It’s worth it.

He never lets up, grabbing your ass and rolling your hips down to meet each and every thrust, hitting the spot that makes you weak until you start to feel the pressure start to build up inside of you. You tighten around him and he cracks for once, letting out a moan that’s a little breathier, sounding needier for once.

“Fuck— you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” He feels you nodding against him in response and changes the pace, his thrusts becoming strokes, making you feel every inch and vein he drags through you. “Did so good for me— that’s it baby, go ahead and cum for me.”

The rest of his words go in one ear and out the other, feeling something inside of you break while he continued to work it out of you. It was overwhelming. Messy. The only thing you could hear after coming to your senses were the wet squelches and the downright sinful moans that came out of Sukuna whenever he was close.

“Want me to pull out?” he breathes, just barely remembering to ask.

“No, s’okay,” you murmur back, barely coherent, limp against him.

He thought he had a little more time, but came right then and there, just barely controlling the long, drawn on moan that left him while pumping you full of his cum. Holding your hips down against him, burying himself as deep he could inside of you as if he was trying to get it to take.

He wasn’t as rough as he’d been in the past, yet you both felt just as worn out, if not more. Not even the stickiness between you bothered you. Minutes of silence passed by, not awkward, just too tired to move. But after some time, he takes a deep breath and gently runs his hand up and down your back.

“You awake?” he asks, voice raspier than usual.

“Barely,” you murmur against his skin.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to get you to pass out this time,” he warmly says, stifling a laugh. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

“No.” A little smile creeps up on you. “I’m surprised you’re even asking.”

“Just making sure— wanted you to enjoy yourself this time,” he says, resting his head against yours. “You should be grateful.”

“How thoughtful,” you mutter. “But no, I did enjoy myself.”

“Good,” he hums, clearly pleased with himself.

“We should probably get cleaned up though,” you say, clearly a little sad about it. “Yomi’s probably gonna wake up soon.”

“Cockblock— ow fuck,” he hisses, rubbing the spot on his shoulder that you just pinched. “I was fuckin’ kidding.”

“Sure you were,” you mutter back.

He continues, “Before you pinched the fuck out of me, I was gonna say you should get some sleep in and I’ll just keep my eye on the baby monitor.”

“I shouldn’t,” you groan a little, torn from trying to be somewhat responsible. “It’s almost 3, I don’t wanna accidently sleep the entire time she’s up.”

“I’ll wake you up if you sleep too long then,” he says, like it’s a no brainer. “Just get some rest, you look like you’re about to pass out any minute now anyways.”

“Ok, fine,” you grumble. “Go shower before she wakes up though.”

“I know,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss on your temple before getting up.

You notice him looking around for a bit— almost pathetically. You tried to give him the chance, but time was ticking, so you finally spoke up. “The baby monitors on the nightstand behind me.”

“You couldn’t say that earlier?” he grumbles, already annoyed at how long it was taking to find in the first place.

“I had a little more hope in you.”

“Go to sleep,” he groans, snatching up the little screen and walking straight towards the bathroom to take the world's quickest shower, since his child acts like she’s been abandoned and cries hysterically if one of you takes too long to grab her.

It was a good idea. By the time he stepped out, she was already up and looking all around the room, violently fighting the urge to cry. He just barely got out and threw on his sweats in time before she really got mad.

Maybe he could’ve gotten to her even sooner had he not taken a moment to look at you, but it’s not often he gets to see you as blissfully knocked out as you were. Sprawled across the mattress, lightly snoring into the pillow. He was definitely going to have to wake you up later.

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“How many more minutes left do we have?” Sukuna asks into the mic, hoping a hundred reporters won’t jump to answer all at once. But they don’t, they’ve surprisingly been on their best behavior. Must’ve gotten a warning or something before entering.

“About 15 minutes,” one of the managers on the sides answered for him instead.

“Should I just…?” He finishes the question off by pointing to the back room, throwing off the reporters.

“Yeah, I think now's good.”

“Alright,” he stands up from his seat and turns to walk away, but then turns back and leans down to the mic, deciding he should warn the reporters real quick. “I know we’ve all been talking normally the past forty-five minutes, but I need you all to keep it that way when I get back. No shouting. No acting overly excited. If it happens even once, I’m leaving.”

He doesn’t wait for a response or a nod before stepping away, it’s not like he was asking anyways, he was telling them. One of the reporters gave his teammate a confused look, but all he did was shrug and feign ignorance, even though the entire team was aware of what was going on. The entire room steadily grew quiet while waiting for the rugby player to get back. The only thing that cut that silence was hearing random babbling along with someone that sounded like a calm version of Sukuna pretending to understand the kid.

Talkative for sure. At least up until Sukuna came back into view with the kid in his arms, who went radio silent after seeing everyone. To his luck, there was no yelling or unnecessary squealing, just a soft wave of awes that actually made him smile in public for once. He moved his mic closer to the edge of the table and sat down. He usually leans forward with his elbows on the table during conferences, but this time moved the chair a little further away and leaned back in his seat so his daughter had room to move around.

“So uh–” he starts, briefly looking at Sayomi who does not look like she wants to be there. “I’m sure you all saw the news that’s been going around, so we decided it’d be best to answer any questions you all had here since I don’t have much time to do extra interviews to begin with. The questions are obviously gonna be personal, but don’t go too crazy with ‘em.”

He looks to the PR manager that flew out here specifically for this conference, waiting for some sort of direction, genuinely feeling a little nervous himself. The manager caught that and took over the room for a moment.

“Also, please don’t jump to ask your questions in hopes to get answered first. His daughter isn’t used to crowds, so we’d like to keep the environment as calm as we can for her,” they add, knowing that it already annoys Sukuna in general. “Alright, now you can introduce her.”

“Cool,” he mutters and looks at Sayomi again, who’s just staring everyone down with straight up judgement in her eyes, but looks back at him when he starts talking. “Well this is my daughter Sayomi. She turned one a few months ago and gets to travel with me all season. M’not sure what else to say— wanna say hi to everybody?”

He moves the mic closer to her and to his surprise, she answers right away.

“No.”

Clear and concise. There’s a soft wave of laughter coming from the crowd and some of his teammates who are already aware of what she’s like.

“Okay,” he smiles. “Just gonna sit here and hang out?”

“Ya.”

“Sounds good,” he says, looking back up. “Alright, guy in the blue polo, you look like you’re dying to ask a question. Let’s start with you.”

“Oh– thank you,” he gets up immediately, eager to ask the question everyone’s been dying to ask. “Since you mentioned having your daughter with you all season and you were already traveling when the article came out, what do you have to say about the article itself and the picture it tried to paint about your private life?”

“I think the person who wrote it needs to start using their brain,” he boredly says. “They tried to make it a big deal by making it seem like I was hiding her and didn’t want anyone finding out, but a lot of those photos are of us being out in public. You wouldn’t see me bringing her to restaurants or taking her to an ice cream shop if it was like that.”

As expected, the first question opened the door for a wide range of questions.

“If I may ask, what was the mother of your child's reaction to the exposé?”

“Violated— she enjoys her privacy, so waking up and seeing her and her child's face all over the internet was probably her worst nightmare. They made it look like she was just a one night stand too, I’ve known her for a while now.”

“How would you say your life changed after becoming a father?”

“Guess I don’t go out and party as much anymore. All of my free time goes to her now too, but it’s been fun.”

“What’s been your favorite memory with her within the last six months?”

“When we took her to get her ears pierced,” he chuckles, noticing the reporter look confused because Sayomi’s ears clearly weren’t. “I decided to get mine pierced that day too, and seeing me get them was enough for her— she didn’t like seeing that at all and just had a meltdown. Her mother had to sit in the backseat with her on the way home and enjoyed the attention so much that she dragged it out and started fake crying.”

“What’s your relationship like with her mother? Will we be seeing her at any of your games?”

“I don’t know. She likes staying out of the public eye, so she’s more comfortable watching from the private rooms. But it’s good, we get along.”

“How did you meet her?”

“Work trip, we ended up being on the same flight afterwards too.”

The questions started moving more towards you, and thankfully the conference ended right after that last one. You were fine with him bringing Yomi to the conference, with your only request being to not give too many details about her, and it would’ve gotten more difficult from there.

From start to finish Yomi looked miserable, he could only imagine how long those fifteen minutes felt for her. It wasn’t until he walked back into the private room you were waiting for them in when she finally looked happy again, throwing her arms out so you’d pick her up.

“Did you have fun with your dad?” you ask excitedly, taking her in your arms.

“Ya!”

A snitch and a liar. He shakes his head and goes to grab one of the croissants on the table. It was dry, but enough to hold him over. Game days were the worst for him, having to stay for over an extra hour is what really throws his hunger over the edge.

At least this time around you remembered that and ordered room service ahead of time. The staff had brought it up right when he took his shoes off at home. Yomi didn’t even bother asking him for some because she was already falling asleep, deliriously waving goodbye to him when you told her to before putting her down for her nap. She went down easily, he was only halfway through his food when he heard the door to her room open and shut.

“That was fast,” he comments, popping a cube of beef in his mouth. He has no idea what the dish is called, but he needs to find out before you leave or else he’ll spend the rest of his life mad that he didn’t.

You ordered yourself something too, a dish you had no idea what was called, but ordered because it looked good. “Being around all those people probably drained her,” you say, sliding into the seat next to him.

“She didn’t even do anything.”

“You said she looked like she didn’t want to be there. Hating your life drains you pretty fast.”

Ironic how there was a whole article that made it seem like he tried to hide her from the world, only for her to show the world how much she hated being around everyone. She was so cute up there with him though. You couldn’t stop laughing at all the faces she made while watching the playback during the car ride to the hotel. Sukuna ended up doing the same while waiting for you to finish your food.

“Everyone’s going out again tonight to celebrate the win,” he says, watching you take your last bite of food.

You finish chewing before responding to him, almost considering if you should chew slower because he looked like he wanted something. “Are you going this time?” It’s not like you could go out anymore with the decision to not have a nanny around.

He shakes his head. “Feels weird leaving you two like that.”

“Even with the extra security?” you tilt your head and ask.

“Yeah. At least not until Uraume figures out who took all those pictures.” He leans back and sips his water. “Having someone take pictures in Australia just makes me think it’s some serious stalker.”

Just the thought makes your stomach drop. “Do you think they followed us here?”

“I don’t know. I feel like it’d be easy since you can just search where all our future games would be at.”

Your stomach drops even more. “Could we move to hotels in different cities?”

“If you want, yeah,” he shrugs. “They’d probably be able to find it though if they really wanted. That’s why I asked for extra security instead.”

“I see,” you murmur, picking at your food with a fork.

“Uraume should find them soon though,” he reassures you. “But for now you two are kind of stuck with me.”

“Like we weren’t already before?”

“It’s gonna be so much worse now,” he says, making it sound like it’s just you who should be worried.

“Yeah? Do I need to start hiding from you whenever Yomi’s asleep?”

“You know you can’t hide from me, sweetheart,” he reminds you, it feels like an actual threat this time. “I’d probably like it if you tried to run though.”

notes: go easy on me in the asks lol

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best part of KPop Demon Hunters is all the ridiculous faces the girls make

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HUNTR/X 💥

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"you can use ai to improve spelling and grammar"

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“Lu– ooooh.”

Attempting to stifle the octave you jumped while moaning, you take a deep breath midway to stop the sound. The ship is quiet, the rest of the crew likely fast asleep or otherwise minding their own business yet you feel as if you’re doing something wrong by moaning in the captain’s private quarters.

His forearms are wrapped around your thighs, your calves draped over his shoulders. Your anxious body trembles softly despite how overheated you feel, humidity creating a luminous sheen over your body.

“Hm,” Luffy muses appreciatively, the sound rumbling in his throat.

Fathomless eyes remained glued to your center with their dark brows raised curiously.

The warmth in your cheeks makes your ears scream like that of a teapot, creating a subconscious concern that steam may be rolling out of your ears when he lifts his smirking face upward, the tip of his tongue that tastes like you poking out of his mouth.

“You liked that.”

Laughing anxiously at the accusation, you attempt to close your thighs only to be stopped by the firm grip his fingers hold on the outside of them. Every time you try to retreat, he pulls you alongside him into the deeper waters of love – a guiding hand, two eyes that shine like lights through your darkest fears.

You were the one who told him he could try something new, right? Why run away now, especially when he can tell by the sweetness dancing over his taste buds you enjoyed it?

Smiling, the ever hungry man leans in and inhales. Saliva pools just beneath his tongue, dripping down the pink muscle and onto your waiting core. A round of chills joins the heat in your stomach and limbs, shoulders trembling slightly while you come to terms with the situation you’ve found yourself in.

That pretty pussy of yours is what’s on Monkey D. Luffy’s menu tonight. A first time feature.

“Let me taste you again,” he states – never asking, but stating the intention he knows in his heart you both share. “I like it.”

Giggling, the heat in your cheeks flames and dances down your throat, spreading through your arms and belly. You’ve heard of this from other women you’ve encountered on your travels.

“Some men are able to finish simply from tasting what lies between a woman’s alone,” an older one you only encountered once shared bawdily, wiggling her fingers salaciously alongside her story.

You wrote the story off as drunken ramblings from someone whose mind had been shaken by both booze and the waves over time yet you glance down between your spread thighs, drinking in the sight before you.

He looks utterly entranced, dark eyes glazed over with want. More drool drips from his tongue, a single bead to match what you can feel dripping out of you, pooling on the soft linen that covers his mattress below where you’re spread before him.

“You…like it?” You ask, innocently.

Luffy chuckles, lowering his head fully until all you can see are the mussed dark waves of his hair and that pesky cowlick right at his crown. The oil lamp next to his head flickers and washes warm light over the top of it, matching that of the spark that flies through you when he presses his lips against your labia and kisses it.

Your hips jolt upward instinctively, a cry leaving your spit slicked and kiss swollen mouth. Luffy matches the ferocity of your hips with his tongue, letting it loll out from between his lips to do what he does best. His tip licks at your clit, dragging down the contours and curves of your labia, flattening it down once he reaches your sopping wet hole.

Every second has passed like an eternity, your body acting on its own while you receive such pleasure. Your hand has moved to the back of his head, fingers tangling between the dark strands. Your head strains to fall back against the pillow behind it but you force it to stay upward, observing every move he’s making that is drawing this kind of response from you.

Without warning, he lifts his slickened chin from between your legs. You gasp at the loss of warmth, the sound of slurping abruptly being replaced with mumbling words.

“Do I like it?”

The man who loves you so much he could simply eat you whole chuckles, lowering his chin back down and staring up at you.

“Aye luhv it,” he states, flattening the surface of his tongue to run over your glistening folds.

i think i just lost my tether to this earth

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Masked Insecurities 🎭(Abby x Girlfriend!Reader)

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Reader notices her boyfriend, Abby, looking down. When she asks him about it he tries to hide it behind a smile, though that doesn’t work for long.

Notes:

almost finished editing a romance x reader request that will be out maybe tomorrow or monday! I’m going to try to get 2-3 fics out each week! that’s my goal!

this idea came to me when i was taking a break from writing ur guy’s requests and i couldn’t move forward without getting this out of my brain so here’s some Abby hurt/comfort!

I’m sorry if I accidentally switch perspectives like second pov to first or third. I write in all three types of POV all the time so my brain likes to mix them together LOL I caught myself doing that a couple of times and I had to fix it.

special shout out to 🦑anon for checking up on me! 🫶

Warnings:

Not beta read (Edited as much as i can but i miss stuff)

Hurt/Comfort

Insecurities *cough* title mention *cough*

Bullies/Haters

Self Doubt

Fluff

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The light from your computer screen cast across your face, straining your eyes. Your typing echoed through the apartment, most of it consisting of writing a sentence then deleting it immediately after. You were working on your mandatory report for your job that was due in a week.

The white page glared up at you. You barely had a few paragraphs—it was basically still an outline.

You rested your head in your palm and tore your gaze from the screen.

I can’t do this anymore, you thought.

You closed your laptop with a click and leaned back in your chair to stretch, a series of pops down your spine filled the silence.

Your eyes flicked to the flickering light in the living room. The volume on the tv was on but quiet enough that you were unable to make out the words.

Abby was laying on the couch with his phone in hand, scrolling through what you assumed was his socials.

He seemed fine for the most part. However, the longer you stared, something stirred in your gut. His thumb stopped and a sudden frown tugged down at his lips as his brows pinched together.

“Hey.”

His eyes shifted to meet yours, widening slightly. With a swift hand he pocketed his phone. A quick smile replaced his frown as he sat up.

“Hi. You done with work?” He tilted his head.

“Yeah.”

”Good.”

Your gaze caught on his lips. His smile was forced, rehearsed. It was the smile you saw when he was answering interview questions or signing exclusive merch for fans.

You narrowed your eyes as you made your way over, careful not to trip over the cord running from the tv to the outlet on the far wall. The cushions dipped under your weight as you crossed a leg under you and you turned toward him.

His eyes flicked from the wall to you—another sign that something was up.

“Abby.”

“Yes?”

“That doesn’t work with me.”

“What?”

“Your idol mask.”

His smile twitched slightly, threatening to fall. He rested his elbow on the back of the couch and laid his cheek against his fist. “I don’t have a mask.”

“Yeah, you do.” You leaned closer. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, I swear… How was your day?”

You sighed at the obvious subject change, debating whether or not you should push him. “Fine. I’ve just been working on my report all day. Haven’t gotten past the beginning.”

”That sucks. I’m sorry… I know how hard you work.“

”It’s alright.”

“Did you eat today?”

“Yes.”

”Not just coffee.”

”Double yes.”

”Good.” His eyes flicked to the television—you forgot it was even on.

He was being distant and you hated that. It took you so long to get him to open up about his past, to get past his armored smiles and clever subject changes. He was definitely bothered—that much was clear in his mannerisms. You wondered what it could possibly be. You knew his idol duties were a lot for him to manage, maybe something happened at work? Or someone said something to him? Did it have to do with something he saw on his phone?

Your eyes softened. “Abby… you don’t have to talk about it right now but,” you paused, biting your cheek. ”Please don’t feel like you have to hide what you’re actually feeling, okay? You do that enough with the world… so…” You trailed off.

He didn’t respond for a while, long enough for your foot to succumb to the invisible needles. You flexed your toes hoping the action would somehow rid yourself of the prickly feeling faster.

Your nickname left his lips and you looked up.

“Yes?” you responded easily.

His next question was far from what you were expecting him to ask.

“Why… why are you with me?” His voice was small, lacking the confidence he usually had. His eyes refused to meet yours as his fingers tapped against his thigh—a habit you picked up on when he was nervous.

You took a breath, gently taking his hand.

“For many reasons…“ You smiled, tracing the lines in his palm. “For one, you’re sweet. You’re kind. And you’re silly… your jokes are my favorite, especially when I’m feeling down.” You poked his cheek—making him smile faintly—before interlacing your fingers. “You push me to be better and… and you lead with your heart… which is something I really admire about you.” You squeezed his fingers. “I love you and I love being around you.”

He dropped his elbow from the back cushions and ducked his head.

“Abs, you know I’ll always give you reassurance but… is there a reason why you asked me this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied, his voice quiet.

You tilted his chin up. Your heart ached when you found tears in his brown eyes. “Everything matters when it comes to you. Especially when something makes you feel like this.” Your thumb brushed away a tear that fell. “Abby. Did someone say something to you?”

“Not directly.”

Your brows furrowed as you tilted your head. He grabbed his phone and pushed it in your direction.

His screen displayed a post on the official Saja Boys page. The content being about the collab Huntrix and the Saja boys are planning. One of the photos was of you sitting next to Abby, helping him with lyrics.

You looked up at him, unsure at what he was implying.

“The comments,” he clarified.

You clicked on the button and scrolled through them.

iamtheGOAT - Abby has a girlfriend??? 🤨HOW?

mycatATEmychair53 - because he’s nice????

gymmaster54 - nah it’s the abs fs fs

iamtheGOAT - nice?? i’m nice and i don’t have a gf. it’s def the abs that’s all he has going for him 🤷‍♀️

gymmaster54 - HA 😂

mycatATEmychair53 - you don’t seem very nice tbh

iamtheGOAT - well haters gonna hate ;)

mycatATEmychair53 - 0-o

misterboieatsfrogs - All muscle, no brain 🧠❌

sweetiepie78 - Abby has a nice voice!

queenlidia90 - I agree! I think all the saja boys have nice voices!

sweetiepie78 -yesss!! so do Rumi, Zoey, and Mira! lots of talent in these pictures!

iamtheGOAT - def autotune fs 😒

queenlidia90 - no it isn’t! they’ve literally recorded raw footage of rehearsals??? why do you have to hate???

iamtheGOAT - no they haven’t…. i’m just speaking facts 🤷‍♀️don’t need to be so triggered 😝

queenlidia90- … the jealousy goes crazy

iamtheGOAT - i ain’t jealous of no saja boys

mycatATEmychair53 - 💀

faunadoesart - SAJA BOYS SO FINE ISTG 😫✋

mycatATEmychair53 - eye candy fr fr 💕😝🫶

kittengirlie - don’t forget about my girls! They're hot too!!

faunadoesart -mb mb they’re gorgeous!!

iamtheGOAT - that’s all they’re good for

faunadoesart - if you think that then why are you here????

iamtheGOAT - i’m here to humble them☺️

mycatATEmychair53 - wtf dude????

iamtheGOAT - wTf dUDe ✨

glitterwandera56 - All Abby does is flex, it's so annoying UGH! Like not everything is about that!

huckleberrypie7676 - SOOOOO HOT OMGGG

narwals4lifeeee - soda pop is my fav!!!!! 💕love you saja boys!!

flowersandwands33 - ahh can’t wait for the new Sajatrix collab album!!

beauty-and-the-fi$h - You know together we’re glowing ✨

narwals4lifeeee - gonna be gonna be golden ✨

faunadoesart - OH OH OOOOOOH

narwals4lifeeee - UP UP UP WITH OUR VOICES!!!

kind-princess678 - i just dun’t get the hype for them. jinu isn’t that great, rumi deserves better let’s be so fr. mystery is def hiding a forehead under that hair FS idc wut zoey says and bro legit barked he is not escaping the allegations. romance is a troll with a wig on who wishes he had rizz ugh! no wonder mira was glaring at him last fan sign. also, baby is a manchild!!! acts lik a little kid the nerve… and don’t even get me strted on abby!!! he gives suuuuuch playboy energy, not a thought behind those muscles 😀it wild to me he has a girlfriend i hope she sees him for who he really is… or she’s just here for the looks which is shallow af. Or even the money. Classic gold digger who can’t provide for herself-

With a shake of your head, you shut off his phone and placed it on the coffee table—tapping your fingers against it a few times. Abby was staring at the ceiling; his frown unwavering. You noticed another tear run down his face and your fingers were quick to brush it away.

“They don’t know you.”

“I know.” His words came out in a whisper, almost as if he feared he’d break if he spoke any louder.

“Hey,” you said, softer than your prior tone. “Please look at me.” You scooted closer to him so your side was pressed against his.

He rubbed his eyes with a hand before glancing over at you. His skin was puffy around his eyes, his nose slightly red.

“They don’t know you,” you repeated, your fingers brushing his bangs. “Not like your friends. Not like me.”

His eyes searched yours. “I know… I know I’m not like what they’re saying but… it’s hard not to believe it… when… when there are thousands of them saying this stuff about me.” He laid his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. “Reading it just makes me feel… I don’t even know.”

You stared at him for a few seconds. ”Insecure?” you offered.

”Yeah. That...”

You traced circles on his forearm.

“Are you not bothered with what they’re saying about you?”

You took a deep breath. “No.”

“How?”

“Because they don’t matter to me. They’re just… people behind a screen who feel the need to comment on other people’s lives like it’s their own. They’ve probably been hurt by the people around them so they feel the need to bring others down.”

“That doesn’t give them the right to say the things they say.”

“You’re right, it isn’t okay. But people still do it and I’m not going to give them that power against me.”

He nodded slowly with a whisp of a smile on his lips. “I admire that about you.”

“Thank you.”

His brows furrowed suddenly. “But… It makes me upset that they see you in that light. You aren’t who they claim you to be.”

You poked his nose, making him blink in surprise. “Bingo.”

“What?”

“That’s how I feel about you.”

He glanced down as you followed the pale lines on his arm—his past demon markings. Silence stretched on until he broke it once more. “I… want to believe I’m the things you say I am but it’s hard to especially since… I have those to remind me of what I am.” He shook his head. “A demon.”

“Was a demon.”

He lifted his head from your shoulder and he stared at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. When he didn’t respond you continued.

”You were a demon. Not now. You had Gwi-ma talking in your ear for a long time, tearing you down and twisting things around to control you. It will take time for you to see yourself the way I see you… but I’ll be here every step of the way if you’ll let me.”

His breath hitched and he let out a watery laugh. “Yeah.” He wiped a fresh set of tears with the back of his hand before he wrapped his arms around you and pushed you backwards, making you both fall into the cushions.

You let out an ‘oof’, earning a soft laugh from him.

”Thanks for making me feel like a person. I love you so much.” His words were muffled into your neck.

You ran a hand through his hair. ”I love you too, Abs.”

The both of you settled into a comfortable silence, content to be in the warmth of each other's arms. You traced small circles between his shoulder blades.

”I’m going to report those accounts,” you said as you ran a hand through his hair. “iamtheGOAT can go eat sand. Same goes with the kind princess account. Neither of them are safe from my wrath.”

He snorted, his shoulders shaking with mirth. He lifted his head to look into your eyes. “My beautiful protector.”

”You know it.”

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I live for these hurt/comfort/fluff fics.

also… I know I write the chin head tilts, hugs, and cuddles a lot. but i love it so much it’s so sweet. so they will remain in my fics forever

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i think i might be touched starved

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ANYWAYS 😂

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