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conchcronch · 2 months ago

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I Know…

Sanji x Reader

Summary: You’re the newest crew member and the girls are desperate to learn more about you during a tipsy night in. The last thing you want to discuss is your sex life, or lack there of, leaving you to flee into the galley under the gauze of refilling the drinks. But you never end up making it back to the girls’ room.

WC: 7041

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written in a hot minute, so it may be rather rough. The summary is shit, that’s just because there’s not a lot of plot there, if you get what I mean.

“So hold on, let me get this straight,” You sipped the drink Sanji had brought you what felt like hours ago, even though all that was left was the water from the melting ice, you needed something to do to avoid looking at the two girls in front of you. ”No one has ever gone down on you?” Nami spoke slowly as though she was carefully choosing her words when in reality the alcohol was getting to her, Robin was swirling her drink leaning back on her hand.

“Is it that weird?” The night had started with a few drinks with the girls which Sanji happily brought you until the three of you went up into your shared bedroom, sitting on the floor talking about what Nami claimed was ‘girl stuff’ but in reality seemed to revolve exclusively around your sex life.

“I mean yeah!” You looked at Robin, hoping she would side with you, but you could tell even before her mouth opened by her pursed lips that that would not be the case.

“I think it says more about the partners you’ve been with then it does you.” She said, reassuring a concern you hadn’t even realized you had.

”Oh yeah, it has nothing to do with you, just seems like the guys you’ve been with have been shit.”

“Do guys usually just like…do it?” You wished you had more alcohol in your system, this conversation taking a way different turn then you had originally expected and you hadn’t really been prepared for this.

“Women do.” Nami grinned, leaning back on her hands behind her, stretching her legs out in front.

“That doesn’t really help me.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“A good partner will.” Robin spoke up, tucking her legs under her.

“I’ve brought it up, in the past.” You begin picking at your nails, suddenly feeling very aware of your surroundings. “He looked at me like I had three heads.”

“Please tell me you didn’t let him fuck you after that.” Nami groaned. The silence that stretched across the three of you was answer enough.

”I’m gonna’ go get us some more drinks, and then maybe we can talk about something that doesn’t have to do with my sex life.” You stood up, grabbing their glasses before leaving and started off towards the kitchen. Popping outside for the brief few seconds before entering the galley, you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. The sun was long gone, the only light on on the deck was beaming down from the crow’s nest where you were sure Zoro was.

You shouldn’t have been surprised to see Sanji still in the kitchen, standing at the counter while he idly flipped through his tattered recipe book, looking up at you the second you came down the ladder. “Mon chou, I didn’t think you were still awake.” He came around, helping you with the three glasses that were now all in one hand so you could climb down.

“Oh yea, we’re just yapping.” he put the glasses in the sink, opening the cupboard to pull out three fresh ones. “Oh Sanji, I can just make them quick, they don’t have to be anything special.”

”Nonsense, a beauty like you has to have a drink that’s just as beautiful.” You leaned against the counter, watching him pull fresh fruit from the fridge. ”So what were you ladies chatting about?”

“Unfortunately, all the topics seem to be revolving around me lately.” He smiled softly as he cut a piece of strawberry into a surprisingly perfect heart.

“Sounds like a conversation I wish I were part of.”

”Believe you me, you don’t want to be. I wish I weren’t.” A comfortable silence stretched on between the two of you as he prepared the first of the three drinks with all the precision and care in the world. ”So, are you still settling in okay?” You had been part of the crew for little over six months, the everyday things had become a comfortable habit, but it was things like being at sea for so long and not really having your own space that you were still struggling with.

“For the most part I guess, I’m still not used to the long stints at sea though.” He nodded, pausing his preparation to turn and look at you for a moment.

”They get easier.”

“I just wish I had my own space sometimes.” He nodded. “I hope that doesn’t sound selfish, I’m just not used to being around people 100% of the time.” He added a pineapple that was sliced into a star to the rim of the glass before pulling the tea towel that had been draped over his shoulder off, rubbing it between his hands before putting it on the counter next to the two empty glasses, turning to you with a soft expression. There was no nosebleed, no hearts in his eyes, just a genuine member of your crew.

“I completely understand,” He paused, stepping closer. “I know it’s not the same but if you’d ever like some quiet time, no one besides myself is ever really in here between meals.”

“It wouldn’t bother you if I were in here?” He reached a hand out, his finger moving a piece of hair that had slipped from behind your ear, tucking it back into place. The tip of his finger gliding against your cheekbone.

“Bother me?” He smiled, a small laugh accompanying it “I would love to have you here. I always work better in the presence of a beautiful woman.” You were searching for something to say, even so much as a thank you seemed so far from your lips. You had never spent much time alone with the chef, let alone been this close to him. The blue of his one uncovered eye was so much deeper then you’d ever noticed, flecks of green dotting his iris. A dusting of the faintest freckles graced his cheeks and over his nose. You hadn’t realized he had moved closer until you felt his chest against your breast when you inhaled, alerting you to the fact you hadn’t spoken in what could possibly have been quite a while. Your eyes widened slightly as you refocused away from the smallest details of his face to his expression overall.

“Will you-“ Your voice seemed as loud as some of Luffy’s shouts, breaking the quiet moment of what you mentally refused to refer to as intimacy. He pulled his face away, stepping back on the ball of his foot to give you space enough to slip from between him and the counter, if you so chose. “Will you have a drink with me?”

“Who am I to deny a request from such an enchanting woman.” He lingered a breath longer, as though there were words dangling from the tip of his tongue but didn’t quite make it to his lips before he stepped entirely out of your bubble. Moving back over to where he had abandoned the one near completed drink, reaching up to the cabinet above to pull a wine glass down for himself and put away the other two glasses that were clearly not getting used.

”Could you…Could you make mine a bit stronger than before?” You hadn’t realized your face was already warm until it started to burn, suddenly you felt very vulnerable as he smirked at you.

“Think you can handle something stronger?” He chided, pouring a few additional shots of the dark rum into your elongated highball glass, a variety of fruit already cut into different shapes hung off the rim or were skewered in the glass.

“I guess we’ll have to find out, now won’t we?” He finished your drink before opening a bottle of wine he selected for himself, pouring a glass before clearing the small distance between you two to give you your drink. You clinked your glass to his before taking a sip, despite the alcohol you had watched him pour, you wouldn’t have known. The notes of spice from the dark rum, expertly sandwiched between vanilla coconut flavours.

“You don’t have to stay with me, if the girls are waiting for you.” He said before sipping at the deep maroon liquid. His gaze never leaves you, watching as you shake your head before taking another long sip of your drink.

“Truthfully, I don’t really want to be the topic of their conversation anymore.”

“You have to remember, we’ve all been together for a long time. We already know everything about each other, you’re new. They just want to get as close to you as the rest of us are to each other.” You nodded, leaning heavier against the counter, moving so you have both arms propping you up as you leaned over, your back arching in a way that was not missed by the blonde.

“I just feel like, compared to Nami and Robin, I’m so…I don’t know, lame I guess? Boring?” You pulled the skewer from your drink, guiding an alcohol soaked pineapple chunk off of it with your teeth. ”They’re both drop dead, unreal, honestly, they’re probably most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life. And then I’m just over here like their loser little sister or something.” It wasn’t until you felt a drop of juice from the fruit you were tugging off the skewer slip down your chin that you realized you had been rambling. “S-sorry…I guess the drinks are hitting me harder than I expected, I’m getting really whiny.” You looked up at Sanji for the first time since shifting positions, your lips sticky with pineapple juice.

“Everything you said about yourself,” He had put his mostly full wine glass on the counter at some point, his expression having changed, tensed, the same look you had seen him take before a battle. “Every single word out of your mouth was wrong.” You could feel your cheeks burning but you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol that was making your thighs jelly or if it was because of him. “Do you honestly think any of that is true?” You dropped your face, hoping the answer to his question was somewhere on the polished white countertop.

“I mean, I guess yeah.” You hadn’t noticed he moved until you felt a hand gently pull your chin to look at him. He was leaning down, your nose almost brushing his.

“You’re so completely wrong.” The words barely made it out of his mouth before you closed the very small distance between your lips and his. There was a small, muffled sound of surprise but it was more so at the force of the kiss rather then the kiss itself. When he stood at full height you had to move onto your toes to keep the kiss going, your hands moving to the back of his neck as though you thought he was going to pull away completely. But when you felt his hands wrapping around your waist, tugging you even closer to him you knew you needed more.

Whether it was the alcohol in your blood that was convincing you of your want, or the very long dry spell you had been going through since joining the crew your body was reacting in all the right ways. His hands on your lower back shifted, coming forward and holding onto your sides, very gently pushing you off your toes and effectively ending the kiss, much to your disappointment.

Your eyes were wide, doe-ish as he searched your expression for something, but your brain was too foggy to piece together what he could be searching for. When he didn’t speak or move you felt a pit in your stomach open, a wave of self doubt washing over you. “Fuck” The sharp word tumbled from your mouth before you could stop it. “I-I shouldn’t have…fuck” You could feel tears well in your eyes, the realization of what you just did washing over you like a bucket of cold water “You were just being nice…and I made it weird!” You stepped backwards as you pushed a hand through your hair, tugging at the strands as you turned around, trying to make a beeline for anywhere that wasn’t here.

He caught you by the waist before you could get too far, the alcohol making your coordination even worse than it normally was. “Mon chou, please listen to me.” He turned you around so you were facing him, his hand quick to wipe away the tear that had fallen. He looked like he was about to speak but thought his actions in this situation would outshine any words he chose. The weight of his lips against yours was enough to drag a muffled sound of surprise from the back of your throat. His lips moving with more direction then they had moments ago, his tongue moving along your lower lip begging for you to let him inside. And who were you to deny him?

He held you tightly against him, your hands bunching the front of his blazer in them as you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slide along your own. You couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when you felt his hands clutch the back of your shirt. You could have stayed like this for hours, your eyes opening slightly every so often to see how relaxed he looked, how much enjoyment he was taking from this. That is, until you shifted, putting more of your weight onto him, you felt how much he was enjoying this.

Much to your disappointment you felt him squirm, trying to control his hips against your lower stomach. When you parted, you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your lips. “You just caught me by surprise, ma chérie.”

“I surprised myself.” You wanted to be closer to him, you wanted to feel him against you, there were too many layers separating you. “Do you…” Sanji sniffled, clearly trying to start the preemptive nose bleed “I actually don’t know where we could go.” He leaned forward, seemingly going in for another kiss but dodging your lips at the last second before landing on your neck.

“My my,” You could feel him smile against your neck, between quick pecks he was pressing to your pulse point. “Were you about to invite me up to your bedroom, mon chou?”

“Yes” The word came out as a long sigh fled your lips. He trailed kisses up to your ear, his voice low, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke.

“But where will we go?” What was meant as a frustrated groan ended up sounding more wanton than you had intended. His hands moved from your waist up to your hair, running his fingers against your scalp as he pulled the strands up into a makeshift ponytail, giving him unfenneled access to your neck, his kisses trailing back down towards your shoulder. You naturally tipped your head, getting lost in the way his kisses began to linger.

“I-“ You furrowed your brows in attempted thought, opening your eyes that you hadn’t realized you had closed. “I don’t know.” If you were capable of any more thought, you would have tried to recall a time you had gotten so turned on by such a simple act, but considering even piecing together that three word sentence was as difficult as it was, you would have to try to answer your internal question at a later date. ”Sanji” You felt his one hand that still remained on your waist tighten at his name on your tongue. He pulled away from where he was sucking what you could only assume was a decently dark hickey in the dip above your clavicle, his bangs had moved so for the first time since you joined, you saw both of his sapphire eyes staring back at you. “I can’t take this much longer.” You tried your best to convey what you wanted through your expression, but when he didn’t immediately blurt out the perfect, private room that no one on the crew knew about (that you knew didn’t exist) you reached forward to paw at his tented pants hoping to quicken his decision making. His whole body stiffened, a quiet ah slipped from his lips as his eyes fell shut. “Please Sanji.”

His mind was racing as quickly as it could through the fog of lust, which was only made more difficult by the hefty glass of wine he had finished before you had even entered the galley.Your hand squeezed him through his pants, the heel of your palm pressing into where his head wept sticky precum. He forced his eyes open after allowing himself a few moments to enjoy the attention, looking up at the clock. Almost midnight, late enough that the bulk of the crew was already asleep, and early enough that Luffy wouldn’t be waking up to try and sneak a late night snack. The only person who they risked running into was Zoro, who had a terrible habit of coming into the kitchen for a late night snack midway through night watch. It wasn’t ideal, but he could make this work.

Sanji let your hair fall back over your shoulders and down your back, opting instead to guide the hand that was slowly beginning to jerk him off through his pants as he turned around and started walking towards the long couch that ran along the wall near the table they all ate at. “It’s not ideal, next time we’ll have to find a bed. But if you don’t mind my love, I think this could work.” A thrill ran through your body as though you were shocked, the tingles going right to your cunt at the idea of being in such a public and commonly used spot. “If you’re comfortable with it.” He added when you didn’t sit down immediately, still standing at his side, hand in hand.

“N-no it’s…fuck, it’s good.” You sat down, bringing his hand with you, noticing the uncertain expression on his face. “I like it…” You squeezed your thighs together, clocking the way his eyes darted down and watched, the true meaning behind your words worming their way into his brain. You began to squirm under his prolonged glance, unsure of where or how he wanted you, but he made no efforts to say anything. “D-do you want me to like, lay down or-“ He blinked a few times, his eyes slowly making their way up to your face, his free hand wiping the blood that was beginning to gather and drip. While your fingers were still intertwined, he moved in front of you, crouching down.

“May I?” You stared blankly at him, his free hand moving to your knee, gently guiding them apart to get his point across.

“Wait what?” Your face began to burn, as he shifted his weight so he was kneeling, your knees falling apart so he could see your plain cotton panties that you would have silently been cursing it you weren’t trying to wrap your head around all the other things he could be offering other than what you thought he may be offering. “Y-you don’t have to! I-I mean, I want you to but you don’t have to! But if you want to I want to. But you don’t have to.” The words were falling out of your mouth faster than you could control. His brow furrowed as he stared at you before you covered your face with your hands. “Fuck this is so embarrassing” you hadn’t intended for that sentance to come out, muffled by your palms but not enough for the cook to not hear them.

You felt his hands move from your knees, the warmth coming from his body disappearing. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wondering if you thought about it hard enough if you could sink into the green fabric of the couch.

But before you could will the matter to part and absorb you, you felt warm hands gently pry your hands away from your face. “My love” his tone was gentle, akin to the voice you would use when trying to soothe an upset child.

“I’m sorry” the words burst from your mouth as if you had been trying to physically withhold them, prompting a warm smile to spread across his lips.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” When he felt confident that you weren’t going to cover your face again, he released your hand and opting instead to guide a stray strand of hair behind your ear again. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.” He was standing awkwardly to the side of the couch, keeping your chin in his grasp despite not really needing to.

“I do want it.” He nodded “but I don’t want you to feel like you have to.” He leaned forward, having to brace himself on the back of the couch so he could press his lips to yours. On instinct your hands came up to his neck, your legs relaxing while you tried to take as much as he would give you. When he pulled away you chased after him before accepting the kiss was over.

“I want to.”

“You do? Like actually?” He couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped out.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He pressed one last kiss to your lips before resuming his place on his knees in front of you.

“No one has ever wanted to before.” He was parting your thighs when your confession slipped out, making his movements stutter.

“Never?!” He sounded almost offended. You shook your head. His hands slid up the outsides of your thighs, grabbing the sides of your shorts and tugging them down, lifting your hips to help him pull them down and off your legs. “Merde” he balled your sleep shorts up, your cunt bare for him to take in. “If you want me to stop,” he forced himself to look up away from your pussy and up to your face, waiting for you to nod. He grabbed behind your knees, tugging you down the seat until your cunt parted and you were within tasting distance.

He couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out at the sight of your glistening folds, every part of your cunt was on display for him. He guided one of your legs over his shoulder before using his free hand to run over you, from the crest of your labia, over your clit until the tip of his finger could prod into your entrance. You expected him to push his finger in further, so when you felt his tongue lap greedily at your entrance your moan surprised even yourself.

His tongue pressed into your hole, moaning as he got more of your stick in his mouth, his thumb pressing into your clit to ensure it wasn’t neglected. You wanted to tip your head back but you were enamored by the way his head covered, the tickle of his golden locks against your lower belly and mound. When his eyes flicked up and met your gaze you both moaned in tandem.

He didn’t want to but he forced himself to part from your body, his chin was wet with your slick and his own saliva, his pupils were blown out as he stared up at you. “What do you need, Ma gâterie savoureuse?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, opening your mouth to speak just in time for him to pull his hands away from your clit and your entrance, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“M-more” was about the only intelligent thing you were able to force from your lips, watching as he smiled at you, pressing his lips to your inner thigh as a sort of reward.

“More of what, my love? What do you like most?” His warm breath puffed over your spread lips, your hips squirming in an attempt to get his attention.

“I- I’m not really sure…” The blonde clicked his tongue at you, nipping at the soft skin of your inner thigh, grinding the flesh between his front teeth.

“Do you like it when-“ he pulled away from your leg and slowly watched you as he pressed his longest finger into your slick entrance, drawing a shaky breath from your lips. He crooked his finger, rubbing against a spongy part of your crevice that you could rarely reach. He pressed a second finger inside, pushing harder against the section of your wall until you were grinding your hips to meet every thrust. “Or how about this?” He pulled his fingers out of you along with a long whine that you weren’t impressed with yourself for making. But very quickly you were trying to chase the orgasm that was beginning to fade as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, his eyes glued to you with every slurp of your pussy. You shook your head, bucking your hips up for any other sort of stimulation, his tongue not being enough for you. “So not that one?” He couldn’t stop the cheeky smile as he licked his lips, watching you slowly blink in an attempt to clear your brain enough to speak coherently.

“First was better” you said, swallowing hard.

“That’s good.” He praised, as he held your thigh tighter, forcing your body further down on the couch “How about this?” He was right back in your cunt, his lips wrapping around your clit as his fingers resumed this place inside you.

“Fuck” you breathed, your hands instinctually grabbing his hair and holding him exactly where you needed, as though you thought he was going to pull away. You felt him smile against you, changing from suckling at your clit to flicking his tongue over it, making your back arch almost painfully.

Your words were not your own, tumbling from your mouth before you could even realize it. A mix of curses, praise and non communicative words flowed with no restraint. With his free hand he guided your other leg over his shoulder, giving you the chance to tense your thighs, keeping him even more firmly in place.

Your body was burning, your entrance clenching around his digits as the white hot knot tightened to the point of ripping, your muscles contracting as you squeezed your legs, pinning him against your core as your orgasm crashed into you harder then you’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of pleasure rattled through you, egged on by his slowing tongue against your clit, his fingers gliding over your g spot slowly in time with your tapering ecstasy.

You hadn’t realized your hands were pressing his head into your folds until the fog of pleasure was beginning to lift, pulling your hands from his tresses as though they turned white hot. “S-shit sorry, I-I didn’t mean to-“ your voice faded into silence when you saw his expression. The lower portion of his face was wet with your slick and his spit, his pupils blown out and the hint of blood under his nose. His lips were parted as he breathed through his mouth, hands still on your thighs but not moving them from his shoulders.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, I could die between these thighs and I would consider myself the luckiest man to ever sail these seas.” He greedily licked his lips, and you noticed the way his gaze darted down to your cunt which was still on display to him, and anyone who stepped foot in the galley. “Do you want more?” You nodded, but when he leaned back down his tongue barely making contact with your overstimulated clit your protest stopped him immediately.

“Ahh w-I-I meant more of you.” His expression was that of shock, when he looked back up at you.

“Of me?” Suddenly you felt very sheepish as you nodded, your heart beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I want you.” The words were barely louder than a whisper, so quiet that Sanji almost missed them.

“How do you want me, mon chou?” You could see by the look in his eyes that he wanted to hear you say it, he was getting off to the idea that you were asking for him.

“Sanji” you whined, wanting to cover your face with your hands knowing your cheeks were even more red than you thought was even possible, but you knew he’d be quick to stop you. He pressed sloppy kisses to your inner thighs as he guided them off of his shoulders, you knew they’d be a little shaky if you were to stand and likely you’d be feeling the strain in the morning. But all you could focus on was him.

He pushed himself to his feet, making quick work of his belt and fly but not taking his pants off, but rather pulling them open wide enough that you could see his boxers that were dampened with his seed. “S-Sanji did you-“ he avoided your gaze for the first time possibly since meeting him.

“Yeah…”

“Do you still want to?”

“Of course!” You were pleased, and honestly impressed he was hard again after having cum once already. His cock finally freed from the cotton restraint and swung out as he pushed his pants behind his sack. It was one of the hottest things you had ever seen, the tall blonde vision of beauty, disheveled but still mostly dressed with his long slender cock awaiting your next move.

You forced yourself to your feet, your shirt falling to cover your lower half as you wrapped your hand around Sanji’s cock, pleased to hear the startled ah that fell from his lips. You rocked up to your toes, your lips meeting his in a teasing kiss before you whispered against his lips “Mind if I’m on top?” He moaned at the question which you could only assume was his way of agreeing as your free hand pressed against his lower back, wanting him to take up your place on the couch.

He took up your spot on the couch, his legs naturally falling apart as his hands grabbed your hips, tugging you with him as he sat. As you were getting yourself situated on his lap, one hand bracing against his shoulder while the other guided his cock to press against your entrance, his hands slipping under your billowing shirt. His hands were warm as they slowly slid from your waist up along your sides until they could grip your breasts, drawing a simultaneous moan from both of you. “Seems unfair we can’t take more clothes off.” You leaned forward enough that you could press your lips to the corner of his mouth as he pulled your shirt up enough that he could suck a nipple into his mouth, breaking away to answer,

“Next time.” Before greedily sucking the bud as though he’d be able to gain sustenance from it, pulling a long moan from your lips as you sank down onto his cock, not stopping until you were fully sat on his lap. It had been a while since you had had more than your own fingers inside of you, so the stretch of his cock meant you needed some time to get used to it. As you slowly felt the sting of your cunt fade, he released your tit from his lips, his hands pulling away from your chest to hold your face instead. He looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it before pulling you in for another one of his earth shattering kisses.

As your tongues moved together, little moans slipped out of your mouth as you were unknowingly grinding your hips against his. You were lost in a world of pleasure, not enough to get you to finish but it was such a wonderful feeling to rotate your hips in such a way that his cock would graze over you g spot while your clit was rutting against his pelvis. It wasn’t until his hands dropped from your cheeks to your hips, blunt nails digging in as he tried to hold you still. The action seemed out of place, none of your past partners had ever stopped you before, you pulled your lips away to find his eyes already open. “Shit you just feel too good.” It didn’t sound like the words were intentional.

“I can do all the work, o-or we can stop?” You were so unsure what the issue was but you were desperate to solve it, no matter the solution. You were seconds away from lifting yourself off of his cock before you felt him push you down harder.

“J-just don’t move f-for a secon-d.” His eyes dropped to your chest that was once again covered by your shirt, having fallen back into place the moment you started kissing. You froze, barely even allowing yourself to breathe as you sat motionless, still impaled by his cock, your clit all but throbbing from neglect. “Sorry.” He breathed, meeting your gaze again after what felt like minutes. “Sorry” he repeated a bit more firm, a hand coming up to the back of your neck to draw you in for another kiss, pressing kiss after kiss from your lips down to your chin, then your jawline, your neck, nipping just below your ear where he whispered “You had me right on the edge without even trying.” He nipped your ear lobe sending a shiver down and then back up your spine before he kept kissing down, getting progressively sloppier but stopping at the neck of your t-shirt that was serving as a roadblock.

His hands left your hips, gliding over your skin and around until he could grab the curve of your ass, guiding you up his cock until just the head remained inside. “Feeling okay?” You nodded, desperate to feel every inch press inside of you, but the hands on your ass were keeping you from dropping down the way you craved. Your gaze locked with his glacier blue eyes watching your every facial feature to check for any signs of uncertainty. But of course, there were none, but he still didn’t release you from his hold, the corners of his lips turning up when you started squirming out of desperation.

“F-fuck c-come on.” You tried to groan but it just came out whiny, your nails dug into the back of his neck. He appeared to take pity on you, but actually he was just as desperate for you as you were him. He shifted his hold from the curve of your ass to your hips, allowing you to sink onto him at your own pace. A long moan pushed from the back of your throat as you felt every inch of him push between your gummy walls, until you could rest your forehead on his shoulder as you sat flush against him. You drew up onto your knees quicker this time, becoming obsessed with the way his cock dragged through your body, his grip tightening as your speed increased until the galley was filled with the sound of slick slapping and your intermingled moans.

His lips were all over you, moving from your neck to your lips and anywhere else he could reach, but you so desperately wanted to feel them on your chest again, the shirt irritated you far more then you could have ever expected. Finally, you decided to throw caution to the wind, sitting straight up, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it on the couch, your hips never once missing a beat. The way his eyes took you in was enough to make your cunt tighten around him, he drank your bare body in as though it was the first sip of water after days lost in the desert. His hands quickly abandoned your hips opting instead to grab your breasts, kneading the fat in his hands as he caught your lips again. You barely even noticed one of your breasts was free from his grasp until you felt his thumb press against your clit, your body burning red hot as your hips stuttered. You broke the kiss with the intention of telling him to stay exactly like that but the only thing that came from your lips was a slew of yes.

He was smart enough to know what to do, drawing your nipple back into his mouth while refusing to move his digit from the apex of your folds, moving it in even circles as you set the pace again. You fucked yourself on him, knowing your volume was getting out of control but not having the ability to change it. “Sanji” You tried, desperately hoping he could understand what you meant but were unable to actually say. And he, of course, did. But he couldn’t ignore his own impending finish that was approaching at an alarming rate.

“M-my love, merde I’m right there.” Your nipple slipped from his mouth, his tone was tight, you could tell his teeth were grit and had his nails been any longer you’re sure they would have pressed crescents into your hip. You leaned over, pressing your forehead to his while you put all your remaining brain cells to work trying to put together your two word sentence.

“Do it.” You felt his thumb press harder into your clit, his movements just as firm but somehow the movements were tighter, shoving you over the edge into the expanse of your orgasm. It felt like your cunt expanded, the pleasure filling every crevice of your body as you arched an amount that would be painful had it been in any other situation. You sat fully on him, feeling how he forced your walls apart, his heat white hot as you felt a warmth flood through you, giving you an awareness of your body you had never experienced before.

His jaw clenched harder than you had ever seen it, even during the most heated debates with his least favourite swordsman, he had wanted to keep his eyes open to watch you ride the wave of your climax, but with every pump of his seed they pinched tighter. You felt every pulse of his cock, each one getting a bit weaker until all that was left was Sanji whining weakly. But even when he was quiet, his head lolled against the back of the couch as his breathing seemed almost impossible to catch, you didn’t want to move off of him. Opting instead to lean forward and resting your head on his shoulder, getting only a small whine from the blonde in response to you accidentally moving your hips slightly.

You’re not sure how long you sat like that, but eventually Sanji was the first to try to sit up. One hand coming to your back making sure you didn’t tip backwards, the other resting on your hip to avoid you unexpectedly shifting. He pressed chaste kisses to your shoulder, lulling you from the edges of sleep back to the waking world. “Ji” was all you could manage, your throat scratchy from all the noise you had been making.

“Come on my love, if we don’t get you cleaned up and dressed soon, we’ll be interrupted by the shitty swordsman looking for a late night snack.” You slowly sat up, leaning back against his hold, your hips shifting enough that you could feel the stickiness that would soon be spilling down the insides of your thighs. He saw how you crinkle your nose at the feeling, reaching over and grabbing your shirt, helping you put it back on with slow, gentle touches. He brought both hands to your back, scooting his body close to the edge of the couch until you could feel your foot touch the cold wood of the floor. “Take it slow, I’ve got you.” And you did just that, slowly shifting your weight off the couch and onto your feet that were fully pins and needles at this point, lifting yourself off his cock drawing a low moan from the blonde which continued when he saw the drips of milky white that fell from you onto the black of his slacks.

“Shit, sorry!” You stepped away, squeezing your thighs together on instinct, immediately feeling the tops become sticky with his seed.

“Fuck” He breathed, his eyes moving from his pants to you in front of him, his tone was the same as it had been when he first tasted you. “Show me.” You furrowed your brow at him but felt the throb of your exhausted cunt. “I wanna’ see the mess we made.” When you didn’t move, he tugged on your wrist, standing up and guiding you into his seat for the third time that evening. He wasted no time spreading your thighs and bringing your legs up, the angle compressing your lower half so he could watch as a large dollop of his cum was forced from your entrance, electing a long moan from him.

“What’re yo-Sanji!” Your mouth was on your entrance, his tongue pressing into you.

“Please my love, I just want to clean you up.” He didn’t wait for a response before delving back in, being sure to avoid any contact with your surely sore clit. He tried to avoid lingering, keeping his mind to the task of cleaning you up instead of getting lost in your taste.

“W-we were just talking ‘bout this.” You tried when he was finally leaning back on his haunches, licking his lips. “Me and the girls.” He watched you, wanting to coax another orgasm from you but forcing himself to resist. “Not about you specifically. But like- about how no one- no man- has ever gone down on me…y’know.” You watched as the corners of his lips pulled up before he stood up, shoving his semi hard cock back into his slacks before extending a hand to you, pulling you up and into him, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could taste yourself and his seed on his tongue, but before you could enjoy it he pulled back just enough to say “I know.”

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dissociativewriter · 3 months ago

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Like Real People Do

Sylus x nonMC!Reader

wc: 2.4k

cw: flirty Sylus, sappy ending, mentions of blood, screams, a single gunshot, implied murder, implied stalking with Mephisto, reader is suspicious and kinda scared at first, nicknames (little dove, sweetie), a lot of physical contact between Sylus and reader; not proofread

While walking home, you meet a strange, dangerous man who doesn’t give you his name. Believing it to be a one-off, you continue on, never expecting to see the man again. Little did you know, you’d meet him again, and your curiosity and connection would only grow.

Or: three times you looked into striking crimson eyes.

You rushed through alleyways, diving and ducking under laundry lines and hanging signs. The sun had already gone down, and it was getting darker and darker. The slim crescent moon did little to illuminate the streets, and the stars were somehow dimmed. One shouldn’t be out this late at night, and especially not alone. Who knows what you could run into?

You nervously glanced over your shoulder, clutching your tote bag close against your chest. In a particularly dark corner, you heard a pained sigh, whispered please’s, and heavy footsteps. You froze. What could be hiding in the shadows? Despite your logic screaming at you to run away, to hurry back to the safety of your apartment, curiosity won and you took a step further. You told yourself you would just check to see if the person was okay, help if you could, then be on your way. The concrete gave way to dirt underneath your feet, worn and weathered.

You paused again, hearing the unmistakable sound of the shifting of dirt, almost like someone was trying to bury something. You shook your head as if you could shake away the hesitance and took another step forward. You begged your eyes to adjust to the dark, blindly walking through the narrow street. You stumbled then, nearly falling face-first into the dirt before you were caught by two firm hands on your shoulders.

You took a minute to right yourself, wiping the dirt off your hands and legs before looking up to see whose hands pulled you from the earth. Even in the darkness, two piercing crimson eyes met yours, seemingly glowing in the shadows.

A sharp inhale met your ears, not from you or your savior, but from somewhere behind. You leaned to the side, looking to see what could have made such a noise, but the firm hand gripped your arm once again, shifting your view back so all you saw was crimson. you were overcome with unease. The stranger before you, the unknown mystery behind him, the piles of dirt from holes dug up.

“Why were you digging?” you whispered, your voice practically giving out. “What did you bury?”

He didn’t entertain your questioning, instead muttering, “You shouldn’t be out so late, especially not here.”

Your mouth went dry, unable to respond as you watched the man before you. You weren’t going to get any answers, you realized, and you’d be lucky if you made it out alive. You swallowed. “I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you.”

The man chuckled, his hands on your arms loosening slightly as he turned you around to the entrance of the alleyway. He pushed you forward, walking close behind. “Good idea, sweetie,” he whispered close to your ear as he gave you one final push forward. He remained in the alley, hiding partly in the shadows.

Now, you could make out part of his face, and your eyes wandered across it, from his striking silver hair to his sharp jawline. The harsh caw of a crow pulled you out of your trance, snapping your eyes back to his red ones.

“Better run along now, little dove. Wouldn’t want you getting into trouble.” A smirk played on his lips as you nodded wordlessly, quickly turning and rushing away.

You’d made your way through a few more alleys, almost home by now, when you heard a shriek pierce through the night air. You shuddered, your pace quickening, missing the distinct sounds of flapping wings above you. There was only one cause of the scream, you knew, and you grimaced at the thought of how those same hands had cradled you just minutes ago.

A few weeks later, and you’d started to believe that night in the alleyway was just a dream; you’d been pretty tired that night, after all. When you went back to the alley the next morning, there wasn’t even a speck of dirt out of place. No holes, no blood. Entirely empty, save for a single crow’s feather.

You were walking around an entirely new part of the city. You had wanted to check out a new cafe that opened recently, but now the sun was going down and you couldn’t find your way back to the main street. The backroads had a seemingly labyrinthine design, and you could have sworn you’d been on this street before.

You took a right this time, hoping that this change would lead you out, only to be greeted with a dead end. You sighed, about to turn back, when an all-too-familiar voice stopped you cold in your tracks.

“My, my. Seems a little dove’s awfully far away from home. And with a certain penchant for trouble.”

You turned then, slowly, to face the stranger. You were met immediately with the same red eyes from all those nights ago. You took in all that you couldn’t see before in the dead of night, the setting sun highlighting his moonlight-like hair and almost softening his impossibly sharp features. He wiped some lingering dirt off his gray dress shirt before taking one step towards you. He leaned down, meeting your eye level.

“A little dove should not wander into a crow’s territory.” The man smirked, gravelly voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s dangerous.”

Your breath hitched. “Crow’s territory?”

He snickered. “Yes. How about you allow this crow to escort a dove to her destination, hm? I’d hate for the dove to be trapped here.” He extended a hand, reminiscent of an invitation to a dance. You hesitantly raised your own hand, about to place it in his before you caught sight of the dried blood under his fingernails. Your hand flinched back slightly, and he watched with a single eyebrow raised as your eyes flickered over the rest of him, just barely stopping on the spots of blood on his forearm, shoulder, neck. Finally, you looked back to his eyes to find something expectant, but still almost unreadable. You opened your mouth to say something, to protest or to question, you didn’t know as you were cut off by an echoing gunshot. The man before you barely flinched, instead taking the initiative and grabbing your hand, straightening up as his engulfed yours.

“As much as I’d love to give you the chance to decide, sweetie, I’m afraid there are some bird-watchers around who are all too eager to catch a bird of prey.” You stared back at him, willing yourself to do something, anything, but he beat you to it as he softly tugged you towards him. “Come along now, little dove.”A barely perceptible nod and he was walking again, pulling you along with him.

Speeding up to match his pace, you took a moment to observe him candidly. Despite the implications that both your lives were in danger, he seemed perfectly carefree as if this were just a leisurely walk. You turned away from him then, instead nervously glancing down the many alleyways you passed. Soon, though, you felt his eyes on you in quiet observation. Unlike his other scrutinizing looks, this one did not send shivers down your spine.

“I know that look, dear,” you said softly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a look of surprise flicker across his face. “Eyes always seeking. Was there someone that dug long ago?” When you were met with silence, you sighed, but didn’t miss the attentive look on his face. “I will not ask you why you were creeping. In some sad way, I already know.”

He grinned then, the most genuine expression you had seen on his face. Just like the tension in his body, his grip on your hand loosened. you both made your way through the streets, a mutual understanding, however minor, seeming to be reached. “It seems like the little dove I caught is wiser than she lets on,” he finally murmured.

He pulled you through just a few more streets before you were finally greeted by the sight of the main street illuminated by a streetlight. You stopped, pulling your hand from his grip to make your own way home. You barely make it two steps, however, before his hands are on you again, pulling you against his chest by your shoulders.

“Careful, sweetie. Dangers don’t disappear once you’re out in the open. They just become smarter,” he whispered against your ear. A red and black mist seemed to emanate from him, hanging in the air before snaking around the corner. A sharp cry was heard, but was quickly cut off when you flinched against the hard man behind you. A crow’s caw sounded, and the man’s hands dropped.

“Wait here.” He quickly stalked off, leaving you to glance uneasily over your shoulder. You strained your ears to listen, not daring to move but still hoping you could find out more. Though you couldn’t distinguish what he was saying, you could hear the man’s voice, cold and efficient now, followed by two near-identical voices. You listened carefully, unable to figure out what was going on by the constant shuffling.

“What kind of man have I run into?” you mumbled with another look over your shoulder.

“Well, I am a fruit vendor,” the man teased. Your head jerked back to meet his gaze.

“Somehow, I doubt that.” You raised an eyebrow.

He put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Are you calling me a liar? You wound me, little dove.” He raised his hand, motioning to the entrance of the alley. “It's safe now. You can go.” When you made no move to leave, instead opting to stare at him, deep into his crimson eyes, a ghost of a smile made its way onto his lips. “I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you.”

You smiled at that. At the fact that this complete stranger, who didn’t even know your name, would remember your words. His eyes crinkled at the sight, a genuine smile gracing his lips. You couldn’t help but admire the way a man wholly composed of sharp edges could melt into a bundle of warmth so easily.

You ducked your head, quickly stepping past him, trying to ignore that rising heat in your cheeks despite the chill in the air. You stopped briefly, noting the lack of mess along the main street. You began to walk again, but a shimmer of black caught your eye. You knelt down, balancing the crow’s feather between your fingers. You carefully tucked it into your pocket and rose to your feet. In your observation of the street, however, you didn’t feel the pair of eyes on you, or hear the mechanical whir of metal wings.

A few months passed before you stopped looking for a flash of silver hair in darkened alleyways. You’d likely never see the tall man again. You knew it was better this way, safer this way, but you couldn’t help but feed into the small part of you that was disappointed. You realized, of course, this all went against any semblance of common sense you still held onto. He was dangerous after all, no matter how charming he was. And handsome. And how good he smelled, or how comfortably his hands fit onto you, or—

You shook your head a bit more aggressively than you meant to. Regardless of all the things to admire about the mystery man, you resolved, he was dangerous, and you weren’t exactly eager to feed into any cliches.

You stepped into an old bookstore, overwhelmed by the scent of ink and aged paper. Stepping through the many aisles, your eyes searched the shelves, pulling out a few books here and there. Making your way to the back of the store, you reached for a book you’d been looking for, straining to reach it on the top shelf. Despite your efforts, your fingers only grazed the bottom of the spine.

Your heels had barely hit the ground before you felt a firm hand against your waist, and another reaching for the very same book. You quickly turned your head, only to find yourself staring into striking, familiar crimson eyes.

”Need some help, little dove?” the mystery man murmured. He held out the book for you to take, and you slowly raised a hand, pausing in awe to stare at the man before you.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again, much less in daylight.” You cocked your head, looking at him curiously.

He simply shrugged. “This isn’t exactly average for me, but then again, neither is running into the same little dove twice while cleaning up.”

“The same little dove? Do you have others?”

He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I’m afraid not. I don’t think I could handle another dove in my territory.”

Book still in your hand, you crossed your arms. “I still don’t know your name.”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to know it, sweetie.”

“Well, I’d certainly like to know whose business to look up if I’m ever in the need of some fruit.” You let out a sharp laugh. “I’d thought I had imagined you for a while. That there was no way someone like you could actually exist and talk to me.”

“Someone like me?” He raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“You have to know what I mean. You don’t seem real, but straight out of a story.” Your eyes narrowed slightly. “And don’t think I haven’t forgotten. What is your name?”

“Promise you won’t have me arrested, little dove?” You nodded, and he smiled. “Sylus.”

“Well then, Sylus.” You took a step closer to him, only inches away from his face, reveling in the near-imperceptible hitch in his breath. You smiled softly. “I will not ask you where you came from. I could not ask you, neither could you.” He seemed to relax at the echoed phrase.

His breath fanned against your lips. “I’ll keep you to that, little dove. Though are you sure you want to keep in touch with someone ‘straight out of a story,’ like me?” You noted the mischievous look in his eyes as he brought a hand up to your cheek, warm and calloused against your skin.

You huffed at his teasing before looping your arms around his neck. “Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss, like real people do.”

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xi4oyan · 1 month ago

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Hello here I am once again~! I hope you are ok and is feeling well

Jttw X chaotic neutral! Reader. Reader has the same personality as Monkey, although with some more self-control, but they are a mortal, and may have a little hyperfixation on animals as a whole but more specifically on monkeys, are they're going to say it to Sun Wukong? Nope! No need to inflate his ego... Reader may SOMEHOW already know Zhu Bajie... Also if possible, may Reader get so f*cking well along with Monkey that Tripitaka and the gang see double

Chaos Became Routine.

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The moment she steps onto the dusty road beside the monk Tripitaka, it’s as if the world gives a mischievous little grin.

She spins on her heel, greets Wukong with an exaggerated wave and a teasing glint in her eyes. He raises an eyebrow. “And you are…?”

“Someone you’d adore, but never be quite sure why.”

He blinks. Then laughs. Loudly. The kind that echoes through mountains.

༄

Zhu Bajie’s eyes go wide. “YOU?!”

“Yes, me. Hi, darling. Still owe me a beer from that festival in Suzhou, remember?”

“How do you even *know* Bajie...?” Sha Wujing frowns.

“Long story. Short enough to make you uncomfortable.”

Tripitaka sighs. He can already feel the headache forming.

༄

The trouble starts when she and Wukong begin walking side by side. And laughing the same way. And finishing each other’s sentences. And making up games along the way (“How many wild boars can I mimic before Bajie notices?”). And climbing trees just because. And yelling “LOOK, A GIBBON!” every time she spots a monkey — only to correct herself: “Oh wait, it’s just you again, Wukong.”

“Careful with all that enthusiasm, flower. You might fall for me.”

“Impossible. I’m past that phase. I only collect *interesting* primates now.”

“Aha... So you admit I’m interesting.”

“I said primates. Didn’t say you were *one* of them.”

Wukong stares. She smiles.

Tripitaka sighs again. “It’s like watching two teenage demons seeing who can cause the most chaos without breaking pilgrimage vows.”

Sha Wujing, resigned, just carries the luggage in silence.

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At night, when the group is camped and Wukong is hanging upside down from a tree, she sits by the fire, a ferret asleep on her lap and a crow perched on her shoulder.

“You really have a thing with animals, huh?” he says.

She looks at him, not smiling this time. “They’re free. They’re honest. They are what they are. Ever seen a monkey pretend not to care about freedom?”

He stops. For a moment, maybe for the first time, he looks at her not as if trying to understand — but as if he recognizes something.

She then adds, back to her usual light tone:

“But don’t think this is about you.”

“Of course not. Why would it be?”

“Exactly.”

And both laugh.

Tripitaka decides to sleep early that night. If he’s to survive more weeks with the two of them, he’ll need divine patience.

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The next morning, the sky still dreaming in lilac tones, she slipped between the trees, one leg hanging from a branch, upside down just like the monkey she refused to idolize.

Wukong appeared out of nowhere — as usual — spinning his staff over his shoulder and holding an apple in his hand.

"Are you gonna copy me this whole trip?"

She bit into a plum no one saw her pick up. "‘Copy’ is a strong word. I prefer ‘refine.’"

"Hmm. You know everyone thinks we’re cut from the same cloth, right?"

"Of course they do. And they’re wrong."

"Oh yeah? Gonna say we’re not alike?"

"You’re an immortal spirit sculpted from celestial stone. I’m a mortal made of flesh, chaos, and coffee. But sure — maybe there’s something between us."

He paused. Looked.

She bit into another plum. “...Scabies.”

Wukong laughed so loud he scared off the birds.

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Chaos became routine.

They raced between villages. Argued over who could get more free food from merchants. Played guessing games mid-ambush (“Three demons, two spears, one cauldron. Bet the cauldron’s cursed.” “Wrong. It’s the guy’s mustache on the left. Trust me.”).

And when they fought side by side — Tripitaka prayed, Bajie screamed, Wujing tried to keep his cool — the two were a spectacle of instinctive sync. Like they’d trained together for lifetimes.

She’d leap onto an enemy’s back and yell “Catch this,” and he’d fling his staff with pinpoint precision. When she slipped on a rooftop, he’d grab her by the collar and say, “Easy there, little monkey.”

She huffed. “Little monkey is my grandma.”

“So what are you?”

“An enchanting anomaly.”

“At least you admit it.”

“I admit I’m enchanting. The rest is your delusion of grandeur.”

༄

One rainy night, they shared shelter beneath the ruins of a temple. Thunder growled outside, but inside only breath and the whisper of her cloak drying by the fire could be heard.

“You ever think about leaving the monk?” she asked, turning slowly.

“Every day. But then I remember, if I leave, you’ll cause twice the trouble and no one will survive it.”

She laughed, but didn’t reply. Just stared at the flames dancing like wild things.

He rested his head on his arm and watched her. “You really like all animals, huh?”

“All of them. Even the ones that bite.”

“And… monkeys?”

She looked at him. He wore that smug little smile — the kind that begged to be ignored.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“If they know how to listen when someone says ‘don’t inflate your ego’.”

“You think I’m handsome.”

She blinked. Smiled slowly.

“I’ve seen lemurs with more modesty.”

“But none as impressive as me.”

“You’re unbearable.”

“And you like it.”

She threw a ball of bread at him.

He let it hit.

༄

The next day, Tripitaka saw them laughing together, whispering in each other’s ears like two kids about to light dynamite.

“We’re seeing double,” Bajie muttered, slack-jawed.

“Same energy,” Wujing grumbled. “Same look in the eyes. Same ‘I’ll cause trouble and smile while the world burns.’”

Tripitaka clasped his hands for a long prayer. A very long one.

Maybe asking for patience. Or the miracle of separating them.

Spoiler: neither was coming.

༄

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dami-anne-damn · 2 months ago

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Ancient Cookie’s Date Head-Cannons!

Pure Vanilla Cookie Addition! (A.k.a Pt. 1)

Have you ever wondered what a date might look like with one of the Ancient Hero’s? Then you’ve come to the right place!

You’ve caught their attention, and now they’re doing their best to court you~! Starting with everyone’s friend:

Pure Vanilla Cookie:

Starting with the first date! Now this first pick may be a bit on the nose for his character, but I truly do believe that he would do this. Pure Vanilla Cookie would invite you to a beautiful tea party in the castle gardens!

He’d have an array of fragrant teas/coffees and small savory/sweet delights for you both to indulge in! He’d have this picnic late in the afternoon (probably after all his work helping the kingdom is done—) so as the two of you get lost in conversation and the sun finally starts to set, you’d be able to bask in it’s fading yet radiant light together.

Moving onto the second date! Pure Vanilla Cookie would plan a nice day trip to the market with you! Traveling from stall to stall window shopping, buying tasty treats, learning about each other’s interests and talking to the merchants about their wears! Pure Vanilla, being the ever caring cookie he is, ends up buying you the flowers he saw you fancying! If you also end up buying him a small trinket or bouquet in return, he would be so very delighted and attempt to modestly hide the blush that comes to his cheeks.

Time for date number three! Do you like animals? Then you’re in luck! Bluebirds in the trees and cream sheep as far as the eye can see, on date number three Pure Vanilla would take you to meet all of his animal companions in the castle stables! I can see him introducing each and every animal to you like they’re their own cookie, with their own unique names and personal backstories.

An example said backstories being: “This is Whipped Irish Cream Sheep the III, much like his parents before him as a newborn he was very clumsy due to his long legs, but as you see he’s grown into them well!” (He remarks with a smile as said Cream Sheep is nuzzles him lovingly.) And as you snuggle with his animals, his eyes will grow softer, fonder. After all, animals are the best judge of character and if they liked you then…

Alrighty date number four, and Pure Vanilla would like to take you out for dinner! With your relationship more established now, I think he’s finally ready to properly show the public and have you meet more of his personal friends! (Even though he may no longer be king, people still have certain expectations of him that aren’t as easy to shirk as one might think.)

He’d take you to the Crows Nest Inn for some genuine Vanillian food and Raisin Jellies! There you’ll meet people like Black Raisin Cookie and a lot of the Raisin Villagers whom you get along with very well! If you look over at Pure Vanilla’s face, it will be one full of pure adoration as you joke and laugh with his fellow friends.

Ok, date number five! For this one I think he’d like to share one of his favorite hobbies with you, gardening! Using your favorite flowers (which he found out were your favorite, thanks to one of your previous dates~!) you and him would weed, dig, plant and water them together.

Creating a permanent flower bed within his garden, a forever statement within a place he loves, with a person he loves. He’ll then take your hand into his own, promising to care for this patch of flowers much like how he wishes to care for you in the future. Finally, underneath the shining sun he would ask if you would do him the honor of being his lover.

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“I think that about does it.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie exhales, gently wiping away the sugar sweat on his forehead. Little does he know he just smeared dirt all over his face. You can’t help but snicker and look away, as he turned to face you.

“What is it that has you laughing, my friend..?”

The Hero inquires innocently as he slips off his gardening gloves a little too late. You point to his forehead, barely hold back another giggle. Pure Vanilla Cookie gently turns his staff towards his face as his eyes widen ever so slightly.

“Oh..dear…”

You had started laughing again, not mockingly of course! You just found that look on his face to be too dang adorable, you couldn’t help yourself!

Seeing your bright smile and hearing your equally as brilliant laughter, Pure Vanilla couldn’t help but join in! Soon the both of you were giggling as the Hero takes your hands into his own.

Your laughter slowly fades as you meet his eyes, open pools of yellow and blue shimmer with a deep fondness that makes your face warm with its sincerity.

“My friend, these last few weeks with you have been an extraordinary experience. I feel ever so grateful to have you in my life, and these flowers we’ve planted together—“

He glances over with that same glimmering fondness on his face towards the small flower meadow.

“—will forever remind me of our time spent together. I promise you that I will care for these flowers much in the same way I wish to care for you.”

You felt your face flush as he turns back to face you once more.

“My friend, would you do me the honor of being my love?”

You can’t help but smile as you nodded enthusiastically, making Pure Vanilla Cookie’s smile widen in return.

You just made a certain cookie very happy.

Fin, thank you for reading. :)

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santoschristos · 2 years ago

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“Twin Flames, Fated Hearts II” by Stephanie Inagaki Inspired by the Asian three legged crow, which represents the sun and is called - yatagarasu in Japanese folklore.

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twinn2nsty · 25 days ago

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Pet, Pray, Penance

Tw. Minors DNITags/Warnings: double penetration, spanking, teasing, orgasm withdrawal, shame kink, praise kink, degrading, choking, back shots and missionary, spanking, worship kink, praying, rough sex, twin cocks, heian Sukuna, dummification, babbling and restraint, slight blood, unholy acts, cult behavior, prayer beads, Begging Kink, Breeding Kink, Punishment Kink double set of mouths cause I said so(¬_¬) I was high when I wrote this so it may be fast paced in some places not proofread.

His head was hurting.

He, the King of curses has had enough.

he wasn't patient — his nails dug into the bone fragments of his throne, teeth gritted, head throbbing with every last sentence that left their throats.

He couldn't take it, he needed to get out, whatever this feeling was, whatever this pressure that was building in his skull and wanted to crush his brain - it was from them, their obsessive squabbling about rituals devoted to him.

Their devotion this - their devotion that - their devotion wasn't as strong as yours.

In fact, yes, that is what he needed.

True devotion from his pet, not simple squabbling from over-sized crows with large beaks talking his ears off-

"My Lord-" Uraume called his attention to his words that were spat out. There was silence, all of the devotees were silenced, holding their tongues in shame.

sigh- nonetheless...

Sukuna called the meeting to an end. He wanted not to be bothered by anyone in his chambers. He needed you, he needed you, his truly devoted one.

The chamber doors slid open angrily on its hinges, his body enveloping the door frame. His eyes scanned his chambers until they fell on you - sitting on a large cushion by the shoji doors — yukata clinging to your shoulders, hands folded over another waiting patiently.

Skin smelling of jasmine and tea oils, kissed by the blessed sun — Head tilt to one side leaning against the weary wooden outline of the doors.

Such a pretty little thing, watching the sky pass by and the flowers bloom.

"Lord Sukuna?" your voice rang in his ears, it made that man purr like a tiger. He smiled, irritation melting off his shoulders. "My precious..." he whispered, ducking to enter the room to make his way to you.

You didn't move, didn't have too - he came to you, sighing loudly, "Is this how we great our king?" His pink brows furrowed, not angry, but you got what he wanted and rose to him.

"Yes my Lord~" obedience, that's what he wanted.

His hands came down around you, enclosing you in his grips to never let you go. Your skin was warm from the sun, and you smelled like heaven. He lifted you without a second thought, "What grief I've experienced my little one. How they speak of devotion that they do not carry."

He settled you in the middle of his bed on your back. He spread your legs gently, his large yukata slipped from his broad shoulders, tattoos crawling down his chest, cherry blossomed hair rustled in pure beauty. He kissed your thighs, soft ticklish kisses — soft and caring.

"I know there's no devotion greater than that of my loving wife's." He whispered, clawing and kneading your flesh — making you whimper softly, "Won't you agree my love?" his voice was softer now, looking through blush pink lashes, waiting for you.

Your head was already lucid from his talking, and he hadn't been for no longer than two or three minutes. You answered him shakily, voice dripping with need for his attention, "Yes my lord."

"'Yes my Lord' what?" Ryomen cocked his head to the side, still licking a long stripe up your shaky thighs and sucking on the skin behind your knee. You shifted, trying to suppress a gasp, "You're so cute when you don't know what to say to me. I find your absent mindedness cute."

"I am heavily devoted my L-Ah!" he bit your inner thighs, humming along the melodies of your whines, "Show me."

A deafening rip entered the air, his hands gripping your yukata, exposing your naked body beneath it, "Show me my devotion Pet."

Your body was on fire, he stared at your cunt with greed, "You're wet and I haven't touched you yet. Have you been waiting for me like this all day — have I kept you?" His voice sounded tender, like he cared for your dripping cunt so much, discarding how you yourself felt about waiting.

He paid your dripping slit too much attention, lifting a brow at nothing but your quivering vulva pulsing.

"Oh? So shall I give her what you want?" He asked her. You couldn't take it, "Please..." You whispered, shifting closer to his face, basking in your own embarrassment.

Watching this pathetic display was amusing.

Your soft face filled with hot shame, looking to him for directions, brows furrowed in frustration and temptation.

How palpable — he could almost cry for you.

Such a pity he wasn't ready to give.

He turned his head to the side, resisting the taste of your syrup drenched cunt for that gasp that shook your expression to pure shock.

Had your begging not been enough for him?

"My lord- please!" You begged, lips quivering eyes welling with tears.

oh don't you look good begging, "Say that again with some conviction." he teased,eyes focused on yours — watching you go crazy from simple teasing.

"Why must you tease me so my love-" You whispered on shaky elbows, looking up at his snarky expression with a pout, crystals in your hazy eyes, you gave your best to your mean husband, "Please my love —please, offer me relief only your hands could give."

There's his begging wife.

"Now that's conviction my dear." His tongue delves between your warm sticky folds sending you into shock. Your thighs quivered, "Mmph!"

your head lolled back and your legs widened, he caged you in his arms, sucking your clit mercilessly, licking up any drool that escapes your milky cunt.

"So sweet, like syrup from a ripe fruit. Just lovely~" he whispered to himself, spitting your arousal back onto your cunt before slurping it back up. Your eyes crossed feeling his tongue deep within you, lapping up every sweet essence that ran from it.

Your toes curled, and you felt like cumming before he was through tasting you completely.

The air was hot and sticky around the bed, swelling you in overwhelming heat that pooled in your tummy — chest, heaving sporadically under his control.

You tasted sweeter than any fruit he could bear in his garden, your juices flowed over his taste buds and his cocks swelled in his hakama, it felt almost impossible to keep this up.

"I'm cumming!" You whined, shaking and crying from the pressure released upon the flick of his tongue against your sensitive clit.

He watched you, shaking and begging, chanting his name in mantras like it was saving you. He shred his clothing, dragging you to him in a heated kiss, "Devine, you're so divine; Come to me-show me more of that passion little one. Give me more of you."

You were still so dizzy to realize him lining himself up with you, "I need you, I've been angry all day and only you could relive that. And she, can offer me sanctuary-" He was everywhere, his finger circled your clit making you wince, spine curling in pleasure.

"My Lord!" Your moans filled the air, seeping into the halls where you were sure maids and concubines heard him please you.

Nothing and no one could compare to that of his pet, and everyone knew not to interrupt what the two of you shared which was sacred.

He wouldn't dare touch the others like he does you, they could barely give him an ounce of what you give in a day - they wouldn't even attempt to stretch themselves for him like you've acquainted yourself too.

So much calming oil, so many different stretching devices to fit you to fit both of him — and that is why you are his wife and to him your husband. So when you stretch around him and tightened like a vice, he almost lost any sense of restraint.

"So- fuck! wet and warm. So tight and unforgiving-" His cocks swelled your cunt in an overbearing stretch that burned for a while. It felt like you were being split in half, it hurt so good.

He took his time stretching you out, growling at how much of you could take him, praising you for what little you could hold, " Good, good pet, you're absolutely good to me-" He groaned above your whines.

Your body shook and you felt like cumming again for the second time. your nails dug into his shoulders, begging, whining, " Please, please, please!"

He bottomed out securely, feeling everything and seeing that bulge in your stomach.

He grabbed the pudge, rolling his hips, stuttering, "y- you're such a- hah! Whiney, pet today aren- aren't you?"

You didn't deny, nodding your head, "Yes! for you, only for you!"

"Yes, that's right, only for m- me." It felt so wrong that his head stopped hurting, instead replaced with the serotonin of splitting his pet on his cocks while she whined for him.

"Say it, over-" He choked on the drool in his throat, pumping you full of each awaiting thrust that filled your vacant walls with so much.

Your jaw hung lose, a gangle of words left your mouth, none of them making any more sense than the last.

"You- For you-! F- for you!" your words went to his cocks pumping you full, his hips rolled once more, pushing deep enough to make you scream.

"For me? All Mines pet?" You nodded like a dumb whore and he called it out, "You dumb whore, speaking out of your cunt." He pulled out completely to the tip, "Turn over and beg."

Your legs felt like jelly, how could he have possibly expected you to move quickly? But he did it for you - his hand came down on your throat - to turn you around quicker.

He pulled at your hips, bringing them to his own, pressing his hot cocks against your cold prickly skin.

It smelt of burnt sugar and burning hot sex. You begged him, swaying your hips, "Please my lord-" fell off your kiss bitten lips, wanting him- no begging him to continue his assault he so wrongfully snatched from your aching cunt. You were just getting use to it, he couldn't possibly stop.

A loud slap followed by a searing pain left your global ass rippling with a sharp sting. You let out an exasperated yell, swiping your hand at what caused you pain.

He scoffed.

"You dare swat at me woman?" Another slap left your legs jumping. Your pussy drooooollleeddd from that one.

It left you gasping, "no."

Another.

by then your pussy was dripping onto the creme sheets below, "No what?" His voice was gritty, boiling over irritation, "Have you forgotten your manners? Shall I teach them to you? Have you lost your faith and speak to me anyway you please?"

Smack!

"Do you think you're above me?"

Smack!

"Do you think you're above your god?"

Smack!

"Shall I teach you once more not to disobey me little wife?"

Smack!

"Is your devotion true to me?"

Each one is harder than the last. He doesn't raise his voice. No need.

His punishing hands do the talking, and they're doing the brunt end of it.

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes, ass burning, you begged him, whined at him to listen, "I promise! I am devoted to you my l-"

smack!

"Louder."

Smack!

"Don't whimper to me when you speak!"

Your mouth hung open, stumbling over your words, "My lord, my Lord! I am devoted! I am! I promise!"

Your words drowned the longer you cried. Sukuna reveled in that, pushing his strawberry red tips into your molting core, teasing your entrance, "Again."

you looked over your shoulder, "Please."

"Again.."

"please My Lord."

no, no, no "AGAIN!"

His hips shot forward, sending your head for the covers, stretching and grabbing them. His body encased yours, he grabbed your throat, kissing your cheek.

"Fuck! So pretty, even like this-you give me your all, and I love my little wife for it. It's like you were made for me, don't you agree pretty thing that's taking me, oh-"

Sukuna stopped, realizing your uneven breathing patterns, the way your body shook for him — how your hips moved back, coating his cocks in white cream trying to match the brutal pace he set.

Your skin was on fire, your emotions melting through the cracks in your porcelain skin.

He looked at it from an awkward angle, tilting his head to watch such a display — his eyes widened, "Oh you're trying, you're trying so hard to please me, no bother pet, I came for this-"

one of his arms extended to graze your sweating neck, he pressed it into the bed until you gave a tight whimper, a soft, "My lord."

that, rang deep in his stomach, his other set of teeth awoke, smiling to lick the salty sweat from your spine.

your head tried to move, he refused, pressing his clawed thumb into your soft neck, drawing a prickle of blood, "Stay."

that was a command. - that was to be respected.

"Such a needy pet. Always wanting *thrust* wanting *thrust* begging *thrust* begging *thrust*"

There we're stars in your eyes, tears weld and your voice was stripped from your soul and forced through your pretty lips in wails — to others, it might sound like murder of a crying woman.

But really, it was just the beginning of making tireless love to his pet wife.

After all, he just needed some of you and a room to himself for the entire day, and all of his symptoms magically went away.

It felt like the world was spinning and it was just you and him, simply wonderful as it should be.

Hearing those wanton moans over the sound of his bed giving him a melody of breaking wood splintering under another.

His name like broke melodies spilling from your drooling maw while you tried to brace for each thrust, each spank that left your cunt reeling on the edge of another orgasm.

"I'm- ah! Fuckk! I'm cumming! Pleaseee my Lord, pleaseee-uh! I'll give whate- whatever-!" He pulled out, leaving your squelching cunt vacant, sore.

You wanted to scream, you really felt empty, and he was loving it. Smirking above you while you shifted once more.

"Pet you should know when to quit speaking out of your cunt and with your brain that the gods blessed you with."

He breathed through his nostrils, pulling your neck back to look at you, "Sweet thing, you're a mess... Awww, shall your master clean your sloppy little face with his tongue~?"

He tut, looking for a sign of life in those hazy doe eyes. but nothing was there, just obedience and a drone waiting for him to tell you what to do for him to please you. He loved it.

"Tell me pet, how much do you love me?"

your brain was wasted, you just spoke, babbling stupidly, just wanting him to end this suffering in your pussy.

"Love you, so much, so so much! I'd give everything to- have you! i- in me! All of me."

You kept droning on and on about loving him, begging him for his praise and for his cocks to fuck you harder than he did.

He listened, oh he listened hard, he listened to your desperation, your worshipping, your begging.

"that's it, show me that devotion, give it to me, call me your Lord and hang on those words."

His ruby tips snagged your clit, rubbing up and down your slit slooowwllyy.

You pushed back, hips rolling, "Please, please-!"

Did you deserve this?

After all you waited so patiently, you greeted him a little awkwardly tis' why he punished you so far — but you didn't need to know that — yet now you lay here, with his hand around your neck, the others restraining your wrists and one on the curve of your spine.

You were submissive, yet you were needy. shameful.

It was truly a shame, "Gosh, I acquired such a needy slut~ begging for some relief to her aching cunt."

Yet you couldn't greet him a little nicer? After all he's stopped his meeting to find you desperately, and you couldn't even stand to him?

But now, you present yourself to him - shameless, devoted.

"Pray."

"wuh?"

Now?

You couldn't find your beads for the life of you and praying would be obsolete if he was asking for 'hands to ground and knees to ground prayer', when you couldn't even hold your thoughts together long enough to think of your next move.

You tried to move, again he stopped you.

He shook his head, spanking you once more, leaving welts that you'd definitely feel in the evening time for sure.

"No, the way you are, like this..." He whispered it like a taunt, gaze raking over your sweat drenched back, your legs were twitching out of control.

"You want to cum - I want to see it, but you will pray before I serve you a damn thing." You whimpered, but he didn't move.

You whined for him, but he wouldn't move less you do as he asked.

You tried to move, and he met it with a snarl, low and demanding. "Speak, Pet. You will not receive my blessings unless you submit to me.

"M- my lord, who I pray m-y devoti-" SMACK!

"Louder. Or shall I leave you like this!?" His voice rose, he was amused but growing impatient with your low voice. At the moment he didn't want to hear that. What he wanted to hear was a prayer to his name.

"MY LORD WHO I PRAY MY DEVOTION!" You screeched to the demon above you, throat closing from the tightening grip, but you managed a choked gasp, "WHO YOU I PRAY MY DEVOTION!" His hands got loser around your wrists, his groans got louder, the walls shook, the bed groaned.

"TO HE IS SHALL HOLD MY TONGUE!" your whining at this point, begging him to hear your cries and release your struggling orgasm from the needing want that struggled to keep itself composed.

"TO HE I SHALL BE FREE FOR HE IS SALVATION!"

"Yes... YESS!" His voice rang like a pastor in the heat of the lord. his voice was lost in yours, mixing with the heat and your wet cunt slurping him up by the minute, he was gonna explode, and he knew it by the way he was losing the plot and begging you to say his name.

"Say it! Say it now! Say it like i'm your God! Say it cause I am! - Fuh- fuck. Say my name, say it louder than your God screaming at you!" Your orgasm came crashing down on you in loud thunderous waves, crashing over one another, "My lord! My lord! My lord! MY LORD!"

He wasn't too far behind, he came howling your name, "Precious pet who serves me so well, who treats me so well! Do you think you've earned your masters semen?" his hips didn't stop, he was desperate to hear it from your mouth.

your head lolled to the side, you showed something, "You do? You want me deep-! Right there~? does that excite you pet, knowing i'll breed you? pathetic utterly pathetic! Hmm, you want me to cum?"

the scene unfolding under him was delicious, you looked dumb, completely out of it.

He cooed, "Do you deserve me in your deepest parts little one?" Sukuna trembled, fingers tracing your limp body as he slammed himself into your, "C'mon speak~ Would you like my filling pet? your body speaks volumes that your mouth cannot, give me a sign I should give this to you pet."

"!" you gurgled, but there was nothing left but bliss. He'd truly worn you out and is begging you to speak. what a king-

"That I am pet."

Fuck.

He didn't waste his time spilling inside of you, "Since you think I am such a bother, i'll let you have it, but don't expect patience next round." You stomach felt full, finally able to relax fully to catch an ounce of your breath.

He on the other hand, basked in his glory. Yes, only a god deserved to bask in this glow, for what he did.His body crashed down over you, and with a soft sigh he spoke,

"Thank you little one, my head seems to be relieved and my mind is replenished. You are such a good girl."

A/N: I need him carnally

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hummingbird24220 · 3 months ago

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Can I request Robin and Reader bonding over speaking the same language and the rest of the strawhats are very curious about what they are saying. maybe they are flirting or talking about crushes idk. I also wanna see Sanji being like “I can also speak other language, let me in!” He’s so jealous all the time, the poor pathetic man /affectionate

(Loved the Neko reader updates today <3)

Yes!! This was really fun to write , thank you for the request! I google translated a lot of it so sorry if its gibberish lol ;P

Enjoy!

Lost in Translation

One piece x reader - Fluff

The afternoon sun glinted off the waves, casting golden sparkles across the Thousand Sunny’s deck. You were perched under the shadow of the mast, flipping through an old book with tattered edges and an even older language scrawled inside. Robin sat nearby, her own book in hand, legs elegantly crossed, one finger resting thoughtfully against her lips.

You glanced up, and as if on cue, her eyes met yours. A silent, knowing look passed between you.

“Mundus vetus loquitur, sed pauci intellegunt,” Robin said casually, eyes back on her book.

You smirked. “Et nos inter illos paucos sumus,” you replied.

Robin chuckled softly. “Quid aliud latet in te, amica?” (“What else hides in you, my friend?”)

You leaned in just slightly, the corners of your lips tilting up. “Forte, secretum aut duo... vel tres.” (“Perhaps a secret or two... or three.”)

Across the deck, Luffy was attempting to balance Chopper on his head while Zoro and Franky were arguing about weights in the training area. Nami lounged nearby, half-dozing, but Sanji—oh, Sanji was watching. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Oi, oi... What’s with the secret code?” Sanji called out, walking over and dramatically tossing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Are you two gossiping about the rest of us? Or... dare I dream... flirting?”

Robin arched an amused brow. “Forsitan utrumque,” she murmured. (“Perhaps both.”)

You gave Sanji an innocent smile. “We’re just... discussing history.”

“Historia et cordis arcana,” Robin added. (“History and the heart’s secrets.”)

Sanji’s eyes widened. “Hey! Don’t think I’m left out just ‘cause I don’t speak... whatever that is! I’m a man of culture, okay?! I can speak... uhh... love! In every language!”

You and Robin exchanged another glance. You couldn’t resist.

“Ecce, gallus in arena,” you said with a straight face. (“Behold, a rooster in the arena.”)

Robin snorted delicately. “Clamat sed nemo respondet.” (“He crows, but no one answers.”)

Sanji gasped. “Hey! That was about me, wasn’t it?! I know it! Say it to my face in a language I understand!”

“I did,” you replied sweetly. “You just didn’t hear it right.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew was beginning to notice the hushed giggles and cryptic smiles being exchanged between you and Robin.

“Are they making fun of us?” Usopp asked, peeking over Nami’s shoulder.

Nami opened one eye and lazily answered, “Probably. But it’s Robin, so it sounds classy.”

“Mihi videtur pulchram tuam amicam subridere cum intentione,” Robin whispered in your ear, voice low and teasing. (“It seems to me your lovely friend is smiling at you with intent.”)

You flushed lightly. “Quae? Ego? Numquam.” (“What? Me? Never.”)

“Mentiris tam dulciter.” (“You lie so sweetly.”)

Sanji was now furiously flipping through a random dictionary he had retrieved from somewhere. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be multilingual too, dammit!”

Luffy, now wearing Chopper like a hat, popped up beside him. “Are we gonna learn a secret language?! Cool! Does it involve meat?”

“Fortasse,” you and Robin said at the same time.

(“Perhaps.”)

And oh, the mystery deepened.

---

It started innocently.

A small folded note left on the edge of the breakfast table, right beside Robin’s coffee cup.

“Pulchrior es quam aurora ipsa.” (You are more beautiful than the dawn itself.)

Robin’s brow lifted as she read it, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She didn't even need to glance your way—she knew exactly who it was from. Instead, she dipped her pen in ink and scribbled a reply on the back.

“Et tu clarior stella matutina.” (And you, brighter than the morning star.)

You found it tucked inside your book that afternoon, and from that moment on, the notes didn’t stop. They’d show up in the fruit bowl, wedged between your favorite daggers, tucked into folded laundry, even hidden inside a loaf of bread once (courtesy of Robin’s devilish sense of humor).

But it didn’t stop at flattery. No, you both had opinions. And you weren’t afraid to share them, no matter who was in earshot.

“Ille, cum triceps, Zoro… oculi eius sicut gladii sunt,” you said quietly as you leaned beside Robin at the rail, eyes fixed on the swordsman below. (That one, the grumpy one—Zoro... his eyes are like blades.)

Robin gave you a sly look, her fan fluttering open. “Et frons eius sicut perpetuum nubilum,” she replied with mock drama. (And his brow is like an eternal storm cloud.)

Zoro glanced up from his training with the distinct expression of someone who knew he was being talked about but had no proof. “What the hell are you two whispering about now?”

You grinned. “Just admiring your... weathered aesthetic.”

“Tempestas sed formosa,” Robin added with a wink. (A storm, but a beautiful one.)

Zoro’s scowl deepened. “What the hell does that mean?!”

Later that day, Sanji caught you leaving another folded note in Robin’s book.

He squinted at it. “Oi, what’s that? Is it about me?”

Robin calmly flipped the page without acknowledging him. “Just a scholarly observation.”

You smirked and whispered, loud enough for him to hear, “Ille habet oculos ceruleos sicut mare post imbrem... et mores feles mendicae.” (He has blue eyes like the sea after rain… and the manners of a begging cat.)

Robin snorted into her teacup.

Sanji leaned over the table, horrified. “Was that a compliment or an insult?!”

“Yes,” you and Robin said at the same time.

Even Franky wasn’t spared.

“Vidisti eum hodie? Tota machina, sed cor tam tenerum.” Robin murmured as Franky sang to himself in the workshop. (Did you see him today? All machine, but a heart so soft.)

You added, “Super et tener, sicut ursus amatorius.” (Loud and soft, like a teddy bear.)

Usopp’s eye twitched. “They’re definitely talking about us.”

Chopper nodded. “I think I heard them say bear!”

“Hey! HEY! Say it in NORMAL words!” Luffy cried, mouth full of meat.

You turned and gave him a dazzling smile. “Praeses carissime, nos te semper intellegimus.” (Dearest captain, we always understand you.)

Robin chimed in, “Etiam cum nemo alius potest.” (Even when no one else can.)

Luffy beamed. “Awww, thanks! I don’t know what you said but it sounded awesome!”

That night, another note appeared on your pillow. This one wasn’t just poetic.

“Aliquando, mihi videtur nos duas esse sicut duo scelestos, linguā latente corda legentes.” (Sometimes, I think we’re like two scoundrels, reading hearts in a hidden tongue.)

You wrote back without hesitation.

“Et si sic est... nonne gloriosum est?” (And if we are… isn’t it glorious?)

The war of whispers had just begun.

And the rest of the Straw Hats?

Totally unprepared.

It started at breakfast.

You and Robin were passing a note back and forth under the table, giggling like schoolgirls. Luffy was obliviously munching on toast, Chopper was mixing jam and peanut butter like it was a medical experiment, and Zoro was already rubbing his temples.

“Pulchrum est videre quomodo vultus eius rubescit cum loquimur de eo,” Robin murmured. (It’s lovely to see how his face turns red when we talk about him.)

You shot a glance toward Sanji—who, at that moment, was setting down a plate of pancakes with an unbothered smile.

“Tenerior quam butyrum in sole,” you whispered. (Softer than butter in the sun.)

Sanji paused, tilted his head… then leaned in slowly.

“Tu veux jouer à ce jeu, ma chérie? Très bien.” (You want to play this game, my darling? Very well.)

The two of you blinked.

Robin’s brow arched in intrigue. “Oh?”

“Je peux être aussi mystérieux que vous deux, et encore plus séduisant, non?” (I can be just as mysterious as you two, and even more charming, no?)

You choked on your tea. “Did he just—”

“French,” Robin said, dabbing her lips with a napkin, visibly amused. “He’s retaliating.”

Sanji twirled around dramatically and poured a cup of coffee for Robin. “Pour la plus belle femme sur ce navire... et l’autre sirène à la langue aiguisée.” (For the most beautiful woman on this ship… and the other siren with the sharp tongue.)

You gasped, pretending to be offended. “Sharp tongue?!”

Robin giggled. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

By lunch, it had escalated.

Sanji refused to speak to you or Robin in anything but French. Every sentence, every compliment, every argument—French. And worse, he was clearly good at it.

“Je ne peux pas supporter d'être exclu, alors j'ai décidé de surpasser vos petits secrets.” (I can’t stand being excluded, so I’ve decided to outdo your little secrets.)

You leaned into Robin. “He’s dramatic.”

Robin sipped her wine. “Dangerously so. I like it.”

Luffy whined, “Now Sanji is broken too! What’s happening?!”

Usopp was pacing in circles. “We’ve got Latin whispers on one side, romantic French threats on the other—this ship is turning into a drama play!”

Zoro groaned. “They’re not even fighting. They’re just… aggressively talking fancy.”

Franky posed dramatically beside Sanji. “I don’t know what you’re saying, bro, but it sounds SUUUPER seductive!”

“Naturellement.” Sanji winked.

Later that evening, you found another note tucked under your pillow.

“Sanji in linguam Gallicam confugit, sed scitne quid dicamus vere?” (Sanji fled to the French language, but does he know what we’re really saying?)

You smirked and penned your reply, slipping it into Robin’s novel.

“Scit tantum quod permittimus.” (He knows only what we allow.)

The language war had taken a turn.

Robin and you? Elusive, secretive, and cheeky in Latin.

Sanji? All French flirt and fire, sashaying through his own private rebellion.

The crew?

Losing. Their. Minds.

---

It was Nami who called the meeting.

“Alright. I’ve had it,” she said, slamming her map scroll on the table. “Robin and [Name] are whispering in Latin. Sanji is speaking French like he's seducing a bakery. Zoro’s scowling louder than he talks. We need to fight back.”

Luffy, sitting cross-legged on the table, raised a hand. “Can my language be meat?”

“…what?”

“Like, I’ll say meat when I’m happy, meat meat when I’m mad, and MEAT when I’m serious.”

Chopper nodded like this was science. “I will only communicate using high-level medical terminology. It’ll be educational.”

“I’m in,” Usopp said, adjusting his goggles. “My language will be exaggerated battle cry metaphors. Y’know, stuff like ‘the hammer of justice shall rain from the sky!’”

Zoro grunted. “I’ll just say sword. That’s all I need.”

“Of course,” Nami said dryly. “Of course you will.”

Franky revved up his sunglasses. “Beep boop. Wrench. Socket. Bolt-action patriotism.”

Brook raised a hand gently. “May I speak exclusively in music lyrics and skeleton puns?”

“Yes,” said Nami immediately.

Robin, reading silently from the corner, calmly turned a page and said, “Mundus insanit.” (The world has gone mad.)

You leaned over and whispered, “Et nos cum eo.” (And we with it.)

Sanji appeared at your side with a flourish, placing down a fruit tart with a rose on top.

“Je vous ai préparé quelque chose de doux, mes étoiles.” (I prepared something sweet for you, my stars.)

Luffy stood up suddenly and shouted, “MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT!”

Sanji blinked. “Is… is that anger?”

Chopper adjusted his hat. “I believe he just declared war.”

The next morning.

Robin and you were once again deep in quiet conversation. She had passed you a note tucked inside a book of ancient inscriptions. The note simply read:

“Quis eorum cedit primus?” (Which of them will give up first?)

You smiled as Zoro stomped past, arms crossed, muttering “Sword. Sword sword. Sword.”

“Not him,” you whispered.

From the other side of the ship:

“BEHOLD! THE STORM OF WRATH COMETH ON THE BACK OF A FLYING FISH!” (Usopp, holding a spoon.)

“MEAT!” (Luffy, holding Usopp.)

“I require a stethoscope, a centrifuge, and three cc’s of patience,” Chopper said with incredible authority, as he attempted to brush his teeth.

Nami sighed from the helm. “Where’s the mute button for this ship?”

Franky popped up beside her. “Beep boop. Drill press. Leveler. Wacky torque!”

“STOP THAT.”

At lunch, the chaos reached a glorious peak.

Sanji laid out a feast with flair, announcing each dish in French. “Et pour vous, mon capitaine, un steak saignant, comme demandé.”

Luffy screamed, “MEAT!!!” and dove for the plate.

Brook stood beside him, strumming his guitar. “🎵 I ain’t got no tongue, but I sure got soul! 🎵 Yohohohooo—skull joke!”

Meanwhile, Zoro dropped his fork and simply said, “Sword.” Then glared at the fork like it betrayed him.

Nami facepalmed. “I feel like I’m living in a fever dream.”

You and Robin, sipping tea and speaking softly in Latin, were unfazed.

“Certamen est ridiculum,” Robin said. (The battle is ridiculous.)

“Et tamen… amo illud,” you replied. (And yet… I love it.)

Robin chuckled. “Id est familia nostra.” (It is our family.)

And with the entire ship lost in its own tangled web of invented languages, miscommunication, and overly dramatic monologues…

You decided not to translate a single thing.

Dinner on the Thousand Sunny was always a lively affair.

Tonight? It was a warzone of nonsense.

Robin sat calmly beside you, stirring her soup with practiced elegance. You were trying to keep a straight face, but it was getting really hard.

Across the table, Luffy stood dramatically on his chair, waving a fork in the air like it was a pirate flag.

“MEAT. MEAT meat MEAAAT!!” he declared, eyes shining with joy.

Chopper gasped in awe. “He says the octopus tried to punch him but tripped over a sea cucumber.”

“Are you sure?” Nami said, deadpan.

“Yes! It was clearly a three-meat sentence structure.”

Meanwhile, Zoro reached across the table, grunted, and pointed vaguely toward the salt shaker. “...Sword.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Sword,” he repeated, more serious this time.

Nami raised a brow. “What kind of sword is he asking for?!”

You watched Zoro squint, then mime shaking something. “...Sword… sword sword.”

Robin leaned toward you and whispered, “He means salt.”

“...Oh.”

Franky slammed a wrench-shaped spoon on the table. “Ratchet! Beep! Clamp! Torque wrench!” He was visibly sweating, his glasses slipping down his nose. “Socket… bolt… table saw.”

Brook tapped his plate with a spoon and hummed, “🎵 Macaroni melody in C minor, and I still have no skin—yohohoho! 🎵”

Sanji glided in with a tray, speaking full French with dangerous elegance. “Et voilà, pour vous tous, le dîner du chaos. Bon appétit, les fous.”

Usopp was scribbling something on a napkin in Battle Cry Glyphics. “My potato’s name is VENGEANCE,” he muttered under his breath. “He will avenge the ketchup that fell before him.”

Your face was red from holding in your laughter.

Nami, stabbing her salad, muttered, “I will pay someone to make this stop.”

Luffy interrupted her with, “MEAT! Meat meat meat MEAT meat meat,” slamming his hand on the table and looking like he was explaining a near-death experience.

You wheezed. “Did he just—?”

Robin translated, lips twitching, “He said he ‘almost meat-ed’ with death… but then the meat saved him.”

Franky looked desperate. “Caulking gun! Allen key! Please I just want to know if anyone liked the soup,” he choked, tearing up.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You burst into laughter.

It started as a giggle, then doubled over into full-blown, stomach-clutching wheezing. Everyone paused.

“I—I can’t—Oh my god—Zoro tried to salt with sword. Franky is malfunctioning. Luffy’s speaking meatese. Chopper’s speaking Latin for doctors. I’m done. I’m DONE!”

The crew stared for a second.

Then they all broke too.

Usopp smacked the table. Even Zoro cracked a grin. Chopper was giggling. Sanji sighed, dramatically defeated. Franky fell backward, arms spread, crying happy robot tears.

Nami was staring at a wall with dead eyes, looking haunted.

Luffy pointed at you triumphantly. “I win!”

“No you don’t!” you said, snorting. “There was no game!”

Robin just smiled at you, utterly serene. “Lingua est potestas… sed risus vincit omnia.” (Language is power… but laughter conquers all.)

You grinned. “Truer words have never been spoken.”

That night, as the stars glowed above the Sunny, peace returned.

Words were spoken normally. Well, mostly.

Zoro still said “sword” once when he meant “pass the pepper.”

But hey. That’s just how he is.

#x reader #one piece #luffy #reader insert #sanji #nico robin #nami #tony tony chopper #usopp #fem reader #request

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novasintheroom · 28 days ago

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030. Snowflake

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: Vash wonders about something.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

He wonders, sometimes.

What would it be like if…?

Vash sits behind you, legs splayed on either side while you lean into his chest. You’re concentrating. He sees it in the way your shoulders line up like soldiers, ready to perform the task you’ve given yourself. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine the grim line of your lips, the flash of your eyes as your fingers play with the two balls of yarn you’ve bought at the nearby market. Finger crocheting is not what he thought would come from that trip, but here you are.

It makes him wonder, again.

What would it be like if…?

He puts his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your stomach. He’s managed to worm a hand under your shirt to caress the soft skin there. Just because. Just to hold you better. The yarn is blue and a garish green. Probably dyed from bug guts, he thinks.You’re stuck on figuring out how to make the slipknot to start the whole thing. The book on your lap is faded and ripped in places, missing pages, yellowed. You’re doing this half blind.

His eyes flutter with tiredness. Trekking for the past three days across desert sands will do that. The inn is full, so you’ve camped out under the shade of a red boulder near town. It’s too hot to really sleep, though. The suns are starting to descend toward the horizon, but not fast enough. Vash feels a bead of sweat roll down his back. Waiting, waiting. It’s all you can do, sometimes - wait for the next event, the next project, the next thing to happen.

What would be the next thing for you two?

What would it be like if…we got our own house?

You jerk in his grip. He fears he’s spoken the thought out loud, that he’s scared you off like a skittish lizard. But then you crow, “Ah-ha!” and present your newly minted slipknot up to him. His breath fans your neck as he chuckles. “Good job,” he murmurs.

Your head bonks his gently in affection, but you don’t look up from the yarn and book. He nestles back down to your shoulder, pressing his sweaty forehead to it and sighing. It’s stupid. He’s an outlaw, you’re a traveling librarian. You’d both have to give up a lot for a house, and -

“Have you ever thought about settling down?”

He should be used to how in-sync you two are now, but that was scary. He looks up at the back of your head. “Huh? Like…what?”

Your fingers hook and twirl the yarn. “I mean like getting a house somewhere. Trying it out.”

Your tone is nonchalant. You aren’t asking for him to settle down, not really. It’s more curiosity than anything. Still, he swallows. “I don’t…think it would work for me.”

“Why not?”

He shrugs and smooshes his cheek right between your shoulder blades. “I mean, look at me. Can’t go anywhere without destroying something.”

“Stop it,” you slap his thigh in reproach, then tangle back into the yarn. “If you knew you wouldn’t destroy anything - and you won’t - would you do it?”

With you? He wants to ask. Is it alright to ask? His lips part. “I don’t know. Maybe for the right reason.” For the right person.

You laugh. “What kind of reason? You don’t need a reason to get your own place.”

“But I want one.”

“A reason?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

You hum. You’ve managed a chain in the green yarn now. A page is flipped, and you look it over for a moment before continuing. “You and your need to have a purpose to everything. What if I asked you to? Would that be a good reason?”

Vash tenses. His eyes flick back and forth across the nearest dune. Would it? He’s got plenty of reasons not to do it - Nai is out there, somewhere, and there are Plants that need his help. He needs to atone for his mistakes in putting humanity on this forsaken planet, eking out a pitiful existence. He’s barely accepted that you actually want to be in a relationship with him. Finding a reason to make the jump feels more like the impossible, like finding a needle in a haystack ten stories high, or a snowflake in the desert before it melts.

But then he thinks of walking through a street, knowing more than just how to find a blacksmith but actually knowing the smith’s name and their sons and daughters. Memorizing and then forgetting the names of shops because he visits them everyday and they just become part of the routine, sees the same people everyday. And then walking through a door to you mending something on the couch with a book in your lap, ready to cook dinner together in your kitchen. Something settles in his chest, like a cat nesting down in a ray of sunlight. Hey, that doesn’t sound so bad, does it?

You’ve started humming something while waiting for him to answer. Gently, he squeezes you and kisses your neck. “Maybe. Yeah. I think so.”

You laugh. “That took some thought. You sure about it?”

No. But when is he ever sure about anything? His body moves without thought most of the time, even when his mind is made up. So, he kisses your neck again and sighs. Maybe someday. Maybe soon. “Let’s…just think about it, yeah?”

You snort, but your hand squeezes the knot of his own on your stomach, and you go back to sitting in the shade, making something out of yarn dyed by bug guts. A secret smile presses itself into his mouth, though. Yes, he’ll think about it. A lot.

A/N:

Sorry for the long pause. One of my birdies died in May, and I didn't feel like writing much because of it. But! I am healing from the loss, and he is out of pain now and happy over the Rainbow Bridge. Also, introducing my new hobby: crochet! Chapter posted: 4 June 2025

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #tristamp #vash #writing #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #reader insert #nova writes #vash x you #vash the stampede x you #trigun x reader #trigun x you #x reader

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sillygoofyqueer · 10 months ago

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I’ve had a silly spin-off idea for crowyuan!

A while back @sunderwight suggested the possibility of Shen Yuan transmigrating as another heavenly demon (as a distant cousin or the like)… well how about Shen Yuan transmigrating as part heavenly crow demon!

I was reading about the Jinwu (golden three legged crows) that are said to be responsible for the sun. These crows were meant to take turns going across the sky, but one myth has them all deciding to go out at once one day, causing the earth to burn until all but one were shot down.

That certainly sounds like the sort of thing that would have someone cast down from the heavens, right? With that you get a bloodline of demonic crows that are in fact heavenly demon crows!

Imagine Shen Yuan transmigrating as some random demon (or half demon) crow that has nothing to do with the PIDW plot, and wondering about the oddity of his bright gold eyes, gold claws, and the golden edges/sheen of his otherwise ash black feathers. He also has a truly insane healing factor and a whole lot of fire and light related powers that were never mentioned as a crow thing. So weird!

This is FASCINATING!! I can't stop thinking about the idea of Shen Yuan just chilling out in the forest and contemplating about what a weird crow he is. He has no idea what he's even transmigrated as for the longest time, thinking that PIDW probably just filled in their own idea of crows because Airplane didn't go out of his way to describe them - far too focused upon the oddest ways to describe papapa to even think about the crows. He also could be surrounded by other demon crows (albeit not heavenly demon crows) so he doesn't question being able to transform into a human or anything - that must just be what demon crows can do in PIDW! Plus, they aren't even mentioned in the plot, meaning that he has no fear of being close to Binghe when he takes a dive into the abyss or even what happens afterwards! He's a demon crow!! He does what he wants with no repercussions from the demon emperor! Or- well, that's what he thinks. (the differences in appearance and abilities from demon crows is completely lost on him, it flies over his head with no sort of catching)

#four answers asks #crowyuan au #of the heavenly variety #this is such a fun twist!#Chewing on it #chewing HARD #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #svsss #svsss au #shen yuan #luo bingge #bingge #four's asks

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live-laugh-lenney · 4 months ago

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LOCKED IN | ARTHUR FREDERICK

chapter five is here with you! a little more insight to arthur and yn's 'relationship' forming in this one because i'm a sucker for them and may be their biggest supporter right now and just wanna write so much lovey-dovey stuff for them.. haha. feedback is always welcomed and my inbox is always open so please, please, please don’t hesitate to let me know your thoughts on the story.

MASTERLIST

- C H A P T E R F I V E -

YN was waiting.

Waiting for the wake-up call of a cockerel crowing from the speakers dotted around the house.

She had a half-finished cup of tea that was going cold over on the coffee table, a couple of digestive biscuits on a small plate balancing on the arm of the sofa that were surrounded by the crumbs of ones she’d picked at and dipped into her morning beverage, and a blanket wrapped around her legs as she enjoyed the silence of the house before everyone woke up and readied themselves for the day.

She found herself awake before the rest of the housemates that morning, awake before the sun even started rising in the horizon, painting the sky with a hue of deep oranges and yellows that spoke boldly on how the day was going to turn out, awake before the birds starting tweeting outside in the garden. For some reason, and she was unknowing as to why, she struggled to lull herself into one of her comforting and peaceful and deepest sleeps that she’d taken no problem falling into over the last three days.

When Arthur had woken in the bedroom, he was surprised not to be greeted with the tired and lopsided smile belonging to the girl in the bed beside him. The same girl that he always looked for in the mornings. The same girl he longed to be around throughout the day. The same girl he thought sweet scenarios about before he fell asleep. The girl he was completely and utterly besotted with.

A frown painted across his features as he leant up on his elbows to scan the room, hoping that he wasn’t the last one to wake up for the day and hoping that people weren’t waiting for his body to rise from the mattress, not seeing YN anywhere in the room like he had deep down expected her to be.

“Five minutes in the bathroom each,” Spuddz called up the stairs, “twenty minutes and then I want to talk to you all in the front room. It’s quite serious.”

There’s a brief moment of silence and YN assumed he was downstairs by himself and was about to walk into the lounge area and take refuge in the seats around her as he awaited everyone’s tired arrival for his ‘announcement’, silently praying that she could enjoy the last few moments before everyone bundled down the stairs, and she was relieved when another voice came from the room next door.

“Are you breasts or bunda?”

“Ah, mate,” and YN could hear the frown in the man’s voice as he paused, as if he was in thought, before he continued, “I hate this question. It changes like the weather. Because some days I’m bunda then other days, I’m not.”

There was another pause before he carried on.

“A girl could have neither but have a good face,” he stated matter-of-factly, “I could have a girl in my bed and she’d be so pretty, bro. So pretty. And I’d just stare at her.”

“That’s scary but I respect that,” the secon voice responded and it dawned on YN who it was that had joined him in the kitchen - Jemel.

YN snickered to herself, gulping back the last of her cold cup of tea and picking up her plate before braving the chill in the air and discarding the blanket from her bare legs, getting up and sauntering into the kitchen where she was greeted with the faces belonging to those two voices. A brief look of panic crossing Spuddz’s features once he’d realised YN had probably - most definitely - heard their early conversation that he wouldn’t have deemed female-ear worthy.

“Good morning, lovely,” Jemel smiled, “we didn’t see you walk down the stairs.”

“That’s because I was already down here,” she admitted, placing her cup and her plate into the sink and taking a peek over Jemel’s shoulder to see what he was cooking for breakfast that morning, “that smells delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he grinned, “how come you were down here so early?”

“Just, couldn’t get to sleep. Thought I’d come down for some peace from all the snoring and enjoy watching the sunrise from the living room,” she hummed and took her seat beside Spuddz at the kitchen counter, turning to him as he munched down on his breakfast, “but I’m surprised you could sleep with all that decision making about whether you like bums and boobs today.”

Spuddz shyly looked down at his lap, remembering how he’d spoken just moments before YN walked into the room, before looking up with a smirk.

“I can sleep knowing I can think of both and be a fan of both,” he nodded proudly and YN scoffed in amusement, “both are good.”

“I can agree,” she grinned with a flush on her cheeks, both men staring at her in pure shock, “I can appreciate a good woman, boys. I’m not an idiot.”

And it wasn’t long before the three of them were joined by Darkest as he joined in with their conversation. A conversation that seemed to carry on flowing freely, before he had sat down with his bowl of cereal, about how he managed to sleep and how he was already finding his time in the house after the first night, Johnny coming down to get himself some breakfast to fuel him for the day, joining them mid-conversation. His admission of his poor night's sleep being one that YN could almost relate to, in a different way; where she struggled to fall asleep in a different environment with the added struggle of others being around her and having different sleeping habits, he struggled to sleep in a room where the walls vibrated from the snores coming from those that were loud sleepers and liked to narrate their naps.

Soon enough, the kitchen was filled with every housemate as they congregated around the island with cereal bowls full of their breakfast and mugs filled with whatever their chosen beverage for breakfast was, all awaiting to hear Spuddz and his seemingly ‘imporant’ announcement that required everyone to be present.

“So, I’ve gathered you all here for a reason,” Spuddz initiated, standing ahead of the group with his hands on his hips, “we’ve become a little messy.”

“Is this why you’ve made us all rush down here? Woken us up, made us get up, to tell us that one of us has left a spoon on the sink?” Jamie questioned, his eyes focusing on the empty sink behind Spuddz to reiterate that his meeting was a little bit of an unnecessary thing to have that morning, “seriously?”

“No,” Spuddz lifted a finger and wagged it with negative connotations, “not just the one spoon left in there this morning. I’m talking about how everyone just leaves their stuff without cleaning up after themselves. If you cook eggs,” he signified to the clean frying pan that was sat atop the hob which would have been one that everyone used to fry their eggs and bacon for breakfast, “clean the pan once it’s been finished with. If you make a bowl of cereal,” he pointed towards the bowl in Jamie’s hand and looked at him, “wash up after yourself and put it away. We’re falling into a terrible habit of being messy.”

YN made eye contact with Arthur who was trying hard to contain the smile wanting to curve his lips at the corners, her own lips twitching at the corners, and she found herself shyly looking down at her lap where she started picking at her nails.

He looks cute this morning, she thought to herself.

A cap that was hiding his messy (and slightly damp from his shower) hair, his body adorned with a black Under Armour hoodie that looked a little too baggy on him and a pair of loose sports shorts that were ideal for comfort and lounging around in yet were also ideal for an casual happenings that the house threw at them that day, socks pulled over his ankles with a pair of sliders for extra comfort from the cold floor on the downstairs level to the house. Comfy, cosy and… almost matching her own look of a baggy hoodie hanging down her frame and a pair of cycling shorts peeking out from the hem of the jumper, Nike socks pulled over her ankles and a pair of Air Force 1’s tied tight to her feet.

And, he too, thought she looked very cute that morning.

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“Hello, stranger.”

Arthur spun on his heels at the sudden arrival of a female voice in a room where he thought he was the only occupant, a smile on his face when he realised just who had walked into the empty bedroom, his eyes dragging from the brand new white trainers on her feet, up her bare legs and up to the hoodie that she seemed to look so incredibly comfortable in, the material swallowing her as she stood waiting for some verbal confirmation that she could stay for a little while as he finished what he was doing.

“Good morning,” he smiled, adjusting his microphone pack and attaching it to the neckline of his black hoodie, “where were you when I- when we all woke up?”

“I was downstairs early this morning,” she took a seat on the edge of his bed once he’d enticed her in with a nod of his head, a bed in which he had only just made and gotten ready to climb into at the end of the day, and placed her palms flat her thighs. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to swat her off the neatened duvet. “I couldn’t sleep last night. Couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes and drop off so… I got fed up after a while and just went downstairs, watched the sun come up and stuff, enjoyed the quiet.”

He pouted at her and took a step closer to her, bringing a hand up to her face and running the soft pad of his thumb across her cheek and beneath her eye, seeing the dark circles forming beneath her eyelids from the lack of sleep. Willingly, her knees moved and he slotted himself between her legs, towering above her and she could smell his deodorant and whatever aftershave he’d sprayed on himself that morning. Intoxicating yet addictive and it made her melt.

“You look tired,” he whispered softly, looking down at her and smiling shyly, “try and take a nap today. It might make you feel better.”

“If I nap, I’ll probably never wake up today,” she snickered softly and she found herself dropping her head to his touch, eyes closing at the feel of his soft skin against her cheek, “but we’ll see. I’ll just have to force myself to drink coffee after coffee in hopes that it’ll boost my energy to deal with that crazy bunch out there. Although, the volume of some of them should be enough to keep me awake.”

Crazy was the only word she could think of that described everyone as a whole.

Everyone brought something different to the house and not one person was the same. The boys were loud; the girls were softly spoken.

“I’ll stand guard for you,” and he said it like a promise. All it needed was a pinky finger held in her direction and she would have linked her own around it. Her eyes opened, squinting at the bright light of the room, and she found herself looking at him with a new found fondness because he really was just the sweetest and kindest and loveliest guy who just so happened to have the looks that made him the whole package. “Just tell them all to shush.”

“No,” she scoffed softly and shook her head, “I’ll be okay. It’ll mean I’ll sleep the whole night tonight.”

“Well,” he retracted his hand from her face and stretched both palms out, wiggling his fingers and enticing her to stand to her feet by linking his fingers through hers and pulling her to her feet, her chest almost flush against his, “you know where I am if you need me.”

“Housemates, please report to the Challenge Area.”

A chorus of curiosity sounded around the house as everyone made their way from the lounge area and into the challenge area, greeted with a map and a table holding plates of chilli peppers and cups full of milk. All minds going to the same thing and frowns forming on their faces as they realised just what the challenge entailed and just how they needed to win for a treat and a few points on the leaderboard.

“In teams, housemates are given national flags and must locate that country on the world map,” Steph read from the screen before them. “Oh, brilliant,” she scoffed heavily and threw her arms into the air with annoyance, like a child throwing a tantrum because they weren’t very good at something.

“For each correct answer, the whole team gets a point,” Johnny continued, a choir of cheers and claps erupted from the group.

“If the flag is placed in the wrong location, the housemate who put it there eats a chilli,” Darkest concluded and his eyes widened, “oh, my… Lord have mercy on all of our digestive systems. That poor, poor toilet today.”

Before the game had even started, YN wanted Arthur on her team.

She knew he was; he had common knowledge, common sense, street smarts. He knew what he was talking about, and it was the first thing that struck her when she spoke to him properly for the first time upon entering the house.

He was clever.

He was smart.

And YN envied those on his team because she knew they had a better chance at winning this challenge.

Within the game, he knew what continent each country was located in and he knew what the national flags were for each country and he was vocal on where he thought each country was located in each continent and he spoke confidently enough to make people understand that he knew. Of course, he felt somewhat guilty when he suggested an answer and got some of them wrong, watching as his teammates chowed down on chilli’s because they lost the round and, therefore, lost a point… but it was part of the game and he knew they wouldn’t take it to heart and think he was purposely sabotaging their aim to win.

When it came to Arthur’s turn, he was given Croatia.

And his team, plus YN, never even doubted that he had no idea where it was located. Almost instantly picking up the pin and placing it down where he knew it was located.

“I love this man,” Spuddz admitted, repeating it over and over again, “I love this man.”

“Aye, this man got thirty minutes on the dot yesterdary,” Jemel stated, “on the dot. We expected nothing less of you, man.”

As the room lit up green, he gave a gentle fistbump into the air and clapped himself as he walked back to his seat on the bench, taking a slight glance over to YN and linking eyes, smiling widely at her as she reciprocated the look.

When it came to YN’s turn, she felt silly.

She knew it was the national flag of Turkey… but she didn’t know where it was located on the map.

And given the consistent chatter of her team, she came to an understanding that her team also had no idea where it was located. She knew it was somewhere in between Europe and Asia and she hazarded a wild guess as to where she thought it could have been, her gut telling her that she probably got it wrong but her mind was telling her to be hopeful that her gut feeling was wrong this time.

The room went red and indicated her answer was incorrect and she groaned loudly, hunching over and digging her hands into her eyes out of frustration, a frown on her features. Forehead wrinkling, eyes darkening, nose scrunched up and her mouth in a tight pucker as she stood back straight and walked towards the table. She didn’t even want to glance at Arthur like he had looked at her once his turn was over… god, she must have made herself look dumb.

But if she did, she would have seen a look of concern painted across his face.

She pulled a blue glove over her hand and picked up a small, yet menacing-looking, bright-red chilli from one of the plates before her, her eyes already eyeing up the plastic cups of milk already waiting to be drunk, crunching into spicy vegetable and focusing on the countdown in her head as her team went from ten to one. Spitting out the remnants of the chewed chilli into the bucket that Jokeman held up for her, a cup of milk in his free hand that he passed over, her lips attaching to the rim and she gulped back the white liquid, waiting for it to soothe the burning sensation tingling her tongue and the back of her throat.

Her eyes were watering as she sat back down.

By the time the end of the game had come around and the red team had been announced as the winners, taking back three points for themselves, she had gone through three cups of milk and was itching to leave the room. The seconds were passing slower than usual, she thought, and she was one of the first people out of the room once the game was finished… her feet taking her straight to the kitchen where she poured herself some water and hoped that the last little tingling feeling would soon subside.

“How are you feeling now?”

Herself and Arthur had disappeared into the patio area with a football, dispersing from the group once everyone had decided to go and do their own thing for the rest of the afternoon, the two of them choosing to get some fresh air over sitting around inside. Taking advantage of the sunshine that was still slipping beneath the awning of the patio setup but soon disappearing as the sun disappeared from the sky and left a cold chill in the air.

He was still concerned.

Her reaction to having to eat the chilli had worried him in a way;

“It’s fine now,” she informed him, “I just don’t do well with spice. Lemon and herb is spicy for me.”

“Remind me to never take you to Nandos on the outside then,” he cackled softly, his eyes widening for a brief second before he blinked and let a flush of heat take over his cheeks, “I mean, like-”

“You can take me,” she admitted softly, kicking the ball back to his feet and watching as he stopped the ball with the soul of his shoe, “I’ll just have to be the most boring person ever and ask for no sauce on any of my chicken.”

“We could just go to the KFC. That can’t be spicy,” he laughed, watching as she stumbled forward and tried to kick the ball from underneath his foot, a scoff erupting from deep within as he kicked the ball between her legs and let it go beyond the patio and further into the garden, “oh, yes.”

“Arthur!”

“I’m sorry,” he cackled but the pride of nutmegging her on camera was flowing through his veins, “but the opportunity was there!”

“You promised you were gonna be nice to me out here,” she huffed out heavily, jogging passed the camera and into the garden to grab the football, picking it up and rolling it back to him, “I’ll go inside-”

“No, I’m sorry,” he laughed softly, stopping the ball before it bumped into the glass of the patio door and rolling it across the floor, coming to a halt so he could wait for her to jump back into the view of the cameras, “in all fairness, I’m just as crap at this as you are and I’ve got footballer best mates. Heck, I played university football. I should be good but, nope. Maybe you are that bad that you’re just rubbing off on me...”

“Hey!”

She launched forward and pushed a fist into his chest, playfully, pushing him back with force and he cackled. Wrapping his hand around her wrist to stop her from causing any possible injury in her fit of feigned frustration, the ball being forgotten about as they fell to the sofa cushions, collapsing in a heap of laughter beside each other. With their legs spread and stretched out, her feet barely reaching where his ankles were stretched out, and they slumped against the back of the patio sofa with their arms laid beside themselves.

“Are you starting to enjoy being here?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking at her and grinning widely, “I’m loving it. It’s different, isn’t it? It started off being weird. Being in a house with other people, but, it’s about to bring in a whole load of new opportunities for me and there’s some new friendships in my life that have been made here.”

“Reckon you’ll still be friends with everyone outside of this place?”

“I’m hoping so,” his little finger brushed over hers, almost and she felt a twang of electricity coarse through her body, “some definitely more than others.”

Contrary to saying she wasn’t going to nap… YN napped.

After a conversation about the famous people they knew and their most famous phone number in their contacts, throwing in questions about each one, the number of people occupying the bedroom seemed to slowly decline with each passing minute. Steph found herself feeling hungry and disappeared with Anisa hot on her heels, Anastasia disappeared not long after that as she excused herself to go and use the loo, Jokeman and Spuddz felt violated after being asked who their most famous shag was, and Johnny left with Jemel once the conversation had run its course.

Eventually, YN and Arthur were the only ones left.

He moved, from where he was sprawled out on Steph’s bed, back to his own bed and perched on the edge as YN situated herself a little more comfortably under the covers and let her head nestle deep into the pillow.

“Do you want me to leave?”

It was a hushed question, almost like she was already asleep and he didn’t want to stir her awake, but she heard him. Loud and clear. And she gave him a shake of her head to which he gladly understood, reaching down to untie his shoelaces and kicking off the trainers on his feet, letting them land with a thud on the floor.

“You can if you want. I won’t be much conversation,” she snickered softly, grabbing fistfuls of the covers and pulling the duvet up to her chin, "you’ll be very bored.”

“Nonsense,” he scoffed, waving his hand in her direction, “I can keep myself entertained.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he informed her, shaking his head and moving himself back up the bed until his back hit the headboard, pillow squashed between his back and baseboard, “I can be your lookout. Tell people to be quiet if they come upstairs.”

“My knight in shining armour,” she grinned sweetly at him from where she was completely wrapped up by the comforter, “or should I say, my knight in shining Under Armour?”

All Arthur wanted to do, during the slow hour that passed as YN napped in her bed, was watch her.

Not creepily.

But with with pure admiration.

She was beautiful as she slept with her eyelashes resting against the rosy-pink apple curves of his cheeks, absolutely enamoured by each breath that escaped through her parted lips, and he was amazed how she looked so peaceful amongst the chaos that the house brought each and every day; the screaming and shouting and bellowing laughter echoed around the house and bounced off the walls of the bedroom as everyone, but the two of them, came together in the living room and found entertainment in telling stories about themselves. He found pure enjoyment sharing a space with her, whether she was awake or asleep or not even in the same room, and he found it crazy how she’d already had such an impact on him in the short five days they’d known each other. And that’s what he needed to keep telling himself.

Five days.

One hundred and twenty hours.

Seven thousand two hundred minutes.

He’d only known here for the five days they’d been locked into the house together and he knew, to some of those who were watching on the outside, that it was too soon to form any kind of feelings for one person… yet he found himself longing for her presence and her attention whenever he felt like he was struggling in the sea of content creators who were much bolder than he was in front of the cameras; YN was the one person who seemed to see him first amongst those who should have grabbed her attention and it made him feel a warmth inside that tingled his insides and brought butterflies to his belly.

He never sought for this kind of journey but… by god… he was loving every second of it.

Whoever brought in face masks as a luxury item, YN wanted to kiss them.

When she’d woken up from her much-needed and much-longer-than-she-thought nap, from all the commotion happening downstairs and without Arthur in the bed beside her, she knew something was going on in the lower level of the house and she didn’t need to step foot in the kitchen to know that their luxury items had been brought into the house. Descending the stairs and taking a peek at the kitchen island, she couldn’t have woken up at a better time. When did it happen? She had no idea. How did it happen? She didn’t care. All she wanted was to hug the person who had won them for the house because she needed the multiple packs of mini eggs she had asked for in order to get her through the last nine days of the season.

With the house lacking in skincare essentials, YN was dying for something to help cleanse her face a little more than just the given scrub and a moisturiser that had already been in the bathroom upon arrival. She longed for her skincare routine that she would follow back home; a toner with cotton wool pads, a liquid cleanser, an exfoliating scrub and an exfoliating glove, a face-pack that was filled with charcoal and vitamin goodness that helped clear her pores, getting rid of the days dirt and feeling fresh before she went to bed and when she woke up. So to see moisturising face masks in Steph’s hand, she couldn’t have said yes quicker when she was asked if she wanted to use one.

She was surprised to see the boys partaking in their pamper session. Laid upon their beds, some with white sheet masks on and some with charcoal face masks painted upon their skin, cuticle oil on their nails and a peaceful feeling in the atmosphere of the room that was completely different to the excitable feeling that happened just moments prior when their luxury items came to be known.

“YN, it’s your go, girly,” Anisa grinned, pointing her pink microphone in her direction, “three things you love about yourself.”

“Christ,” YN frowned behind her white sheet masks yet leant a little closer to her fake microphone, “number one, I’m friendly. Number two, I’m trusting and very loyal. And, number three-”

“Arthur,” Jokeman laughed and her eyes diverted to him, wide and bewildered. She wanted to ground to swallow her whole and she was thankful for the face mask that covered her face because she would have gone a deep cherry red for all to see, “I’m only joking, YN.”

“Well, number three was going to be that I love how everyone just falls in love with me,” she retorted, hoping to divert the situation back to the aim of the game; she never thought anything of her and Arthur. She just thought they were friends. Friends who seemingly got on much better with one another than anyone else in the house, with the occasional flirtatious banter between the two of them that meant nothing but a bit of fun to pass the time, their personalities being almost one and the same. “I love that. It makes me feel good. Like I don’t have to be impressive to make people love me.”

“We all love you,” Anisa grinned, “all of us.”

‘arthurs so fit i cant’

Arthur turned back to the group with a hand over his mouth, shock written across his face, and the first person his eyes laid upon was YN. A smirk on her lips because she could not have agreed more with the comment showing before her on the screen, her cheeks heating up as people hyped up the man before her. A squeeze of his knee by Steph, a catcall from Jokeman, a wink from Johnny. He felt his ego go through the roof.

“Say it in my Instagram DM’s, not the comments,” he stated cheekily, erupting cheers from within the group and in that moment, when none of the housemates were looking, he sent a wink across to YN.

‘Too much waffling, we wanna see some clarting, cheeks getting mashed uppp’

The comment made nervous giggles come from the girls and bellowing laughter erupting deep from within the boys chests, loud and bouncing off the walls. Heads shaking in pure amazement and amusement.

“Guys, we all know who’s gonna be clarting first,” Johnny cackled, standing up and winding around the legs of those sitting beside him, standing behind Arthur and clapping him on the shoulders from above him, “Mister Television here with resident sweetheart, YN.”

“Shut up,” Arthur grumbled shyly as YN frowned in Johnny’s direction, his cheeks getting pinker and pinker by the second and his eyes dropped down to his lap where he started picking at his fingers nervously as YN’s stayed focused on Johnny standing behind Arthur, “not happening.”

“We’re just friends,” YN rolled her eyes, “just friends. Can’t we be just be that without people assuming we’re gonna bang?”

“You can’t fool us,” Johnny cackled loudly, shaking Arthur’s shoulders gently, “just let us know if you want the bedroom to yourselves.”

“You guys need to fixate on something else other than mine and Arthur’s friendship,” YN informed them with a bite from her tongue, looking around the room at the stunned eyes that were boring holes into her skin, “seriously. A boy and a girl can be friends without there being anything behind it. We’re all adults here. You lot have mixed gender friendships so… grow the hell up.”

The ping from the screen brought the conversation to a close and another comment popped up.

But YN just couldn’t focus and found herself losing interest in the conversations and the debates and the rebuttals going on around her, her eyes going distant and her mind blocking out the noise from around her.

Everything felt a little suffocating in that moment and it dawned on her that there were people watching. There were cameras catching their every move, every facial expression, every conversation, every single second that they lived in that house. Everything was being filmed, they had no idea what was being shown to the general public, and it started to worry her that she was being painted out to be desperate.

Desperate for friends. Desperate for fame. Desperate to make it in the world of Youtube. Desperate to get herself a better following by attaching herself to people with a large following than her. Desperate to get herself a name on Youtube that would have people talking about her for days.

If the housemates picked up on how friendly her and Arthur had become and if the housemates were joking about how they should just have the shag to release sexual tension then she couldn’t begin to imagine the rest of the comments and how Twitter would have taken to everything happening in the house… depending on what was being shown on Youtube in the final edit of the show. And everything that she worried about before entering the house, all the queries and fake scenarios she made up, they all came flooding back to her and she hated that.

Regret sitting low in her belly.

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