#and i thought it was funny - though usually not intentionally

[skywitchmaja]

over the course of this beauty and the beast/disney music hyperfixation many [youtubers] have talked about the evil tim curry pipe organ and the french bernadette peters tree topper angel, but nobody prepared me for jeff bennett aka johnny bravo aka kowalaki, the tall penguin of madagascar, voicing an axe with the hammiest yiddish accent i have ever heard.

[sleepymarimo]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥!

read cw! summary: how the straw hat pirates treat you, a free use member of the crew pairing: straw hat crew x afab!reader, appropriate characters only ofc! cw: mdni, free use, multiple partners, vaginal sex, oral (m! and f! recieving), creampies, fingering, handjobs, groping, sex machines, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, bondage an: this shit rated... porn. yes im sorry this is posted so late pls forgive me guys i love y'all wc: 2.8k+ for kinktober '23!

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘, as hyper and excitable as he is, doesn't fuck you as often as you thought he would. no, the captain can't say that he's particularly interested in sex.

however, what he loves to do, nearly everyday, is grope you. his hands always scramble to squeeze at your tits or ass, your tummy or thighs, and he'll do it at almost any time of day. when it came to this whole arrangement between you and the crew, he appeared to be the most shameless.

his rubber limbs seemed to sneak up on you at the most random times of day, his head poking out from around a corner and giving you a cheeky smile.

when he does use you for more than a grope or touch, it's always fun- a mutual experience that, more often than not, leaves you both laughing.

is willing to share! if he sees you busy with someone else, he'll interrupt without thought, be it with a smack to your ass or squeeze of your breasts

sometimes he'll let you wear the hat, usually if he's in a particularly good mood

sweet, fun and spontaneous. doesn't really mark you up, intentionally anyway, nor is he ever too rough. he'll make jokes, stretch in odd ways and makes sure you always have a smile on your face

an unintentional exhibitionist. he'll grope and fuck you anywhere, thinking it's funny watching people catch you. he's been yelled at by nami for it, though

finishes everywhere and anywhere, usually getting too caught up in the moment to really care. he's messy, not thinking twice about cumming on your face, in your mouth or on your breasts

likes overstimulating you, pushing you to your limits for the sake of fun

foreplay is not the best. sometimes he just gets too excited and uses his saliva to prep you. aftercare is a lot better! he'll get cuddly and bring snacks, becoming quite clingy with you

at first, 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 doesn't really take advantage of the free use arrangement. he's rather indifferent about it, perhaps not seeing the appeal.

that all changes after a battle that was much too close, his adrenaline running high. he throws you over his shoulder, harshly tossing you onto the bed and working to get his clothes off while growling at you to get on all fours.

he briefly remembers overhearing you talk to the girls about your times with sanji, and he makes it a mission to outdo the cook in any way he can.

you never know when he'll strike, but when you're standing on the deck and suddenly feel goosebumps rising on your skin, you know just to bend over

acknowledges that you're up for free use, but he's selfish. if he gets the urge and you happen to be with someone else, he'll most likely huff out an 'oi, move over' and get to it. usually though, he prefers to have you to himself, with your attention only on him

after a session with zoro, you'll likely be leaving with bites and bruises. he knows sanji's 'schedule' with you and intentionally fucks you beforehand, wanting to piss off the cook by leaving marks on you

had to be educated on foreplay! the others got mad at him when he put you out of commission for a few days, since he didn't prep you enough. could also use some work with aftercare, since he usually falls asleep

more than okay with taking advantage of the agreement in the sense that he allows himself to be a little bossy, as if it were a transaction (which it kind of is...)

lots of orders and quick commands. a deal is a deal, and he doesn't really build some sort of special attachment with you (like a certain cook will)

finishes in you or on your ass without fail. is pretty smug about it, mostly because he knows that the cook is going to be licking it up from you later

difficult to predict when he'll need you. could be a few times a day or twice a week or once a month. more likely to engage if he's drunk, just had a battle or if he knows sanji is near

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 has a pretty regular schedule when it comes to using you. with what she has to deal with on the ship, she wants nothing more than to plop onto bed, spread her legs and have you eat her out.

she doesn't hesitate to give you orders, somehow doing it in a way that's so sweet that you forget she's simply using you to get off. like luffy, shes also pretty big on groping, or at least, more than you'd expect.

a lot of 'innocent' touches. soft and curious pokes to your ass as you walk by. maybe a squeeze of your tits while the two of you hugged.

she's a touchy woman, up for cuddling and keeping you in the girl's cabin. nami knows the effect she has on you, using it to her advantage. when her cunning hands, she'll feel you up and give you compliments in that sultry tone of hers- the one she uses to get what she wants.

not a fan of sharing, especially with the guys. she is, however, more than willing to share with robin. with the three of you in the girl's quarters, things get pretty intense

very much a tease! she gets you worked up with the lightest of touches until you're begging her for more. nami makes you work for it

the navigator doesn't mind getting messy. she'll finger you, coax you into sucking them dry, then do it all over again. she likes spreading your wetness around, making a point to tease you about how excited you are

'better than all those dirty boys, right?'

head pusher and hair puller. when you're giving her oral, she isn't shy about letting you know what she wants

she likes being treated like a queen, obviously. nami feels high and mighty when you eat her out two or three times in a row, but when she sees how desperate you are for release, she starts coddling you and is quick to return the favor

is the first one to make you squirt, putting the guys to shame

nami is a busy woman. she mostly has you eat her out when she's stressed during the day, cuddles for a bit, then gets back to it. better with foreplay than she is with aftercare, but its fantastic all around

always seeming to hesitate would be 𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏, who thinks that for some reason, you'll say no to his advances. even after weeks of the arrangement being in place, he'll always ask if what he does is okay.

he’s so so sweet! he touches you like it’s the first time, every time. the sniper is prone to getting heavy bouts of confidence though! with shaky breaths, he’d ask you if he made you feel better than your captain. hell, he loves it when you call him captain.

when he does find it in him to be brave, he always manages to surprise you. he creates all sorts of contraptions, with sex being lighthearted and fun as you go through his projects together.

loves to restrain you, to feel like he has control of you. you help him grow more comfortable and confident, which he appreciates. plus, he gets to let out that pervy side of him that he usually tucks away.

reluctant to share, mostly because he doesn't want to be outdone. however, he and luffy sometimes team up to give you quite the fun experience. lots of jokes and just a hint of playful competitiveness, all of which leave you nothing short of satiated

uses you on a weekly basis, but cozies up to you nearly everyday. he makes jokes about what he has in store for you, making promises of pleasure that leave your stomach in knots

an unintentional marker. might spank you too hard or leave a bruise, which makes him wheeze in embarrassment before he feels a swell of pride. a sort of 'i did that?!' to 'oh… i did that'

ties you up in all sorts of ways

he really does get off on your whines and moans. likes when you're loud

loves when you give him head. the control he has, combined with your sole focus on him, drives him crazy

the sound of you gagging on his cock turns him on more than he'd ever admit. he'll get a confidence burst and start to be more rough

loves finishing down your throat. he feels so confident and cocky, but as soon as he cums he's nervously asking if you're okay

good with foreplay and even better with aftercare… worries about your well-being and shows his gratitude toward you and your willingness to participate. tells you stories after you're all done, lulling you to sleep

when the arrangement was finalized, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 was one of the first to take advantage of it. nearly every day he indulges in the sweetness you offer. eating you out is a must! even though sanji is aware that this is just an agreement of sorts, it doesn't stop him from growing a little more attached to you.

sex with him is all encompassing and intense in the softest way possible. he does a good job of making you feel prioritized and wanted, beyond the scope of the free use deal. he's more attentive to your desires and how you want to get fucked on any given day.

truthfully, he's just happy to be able to serve you. funny enough, he tries to be respectful when it comes to groping you around the ship or in public. while luffy might be shameless in how he touches you, sanji does not want to make you uncomfortable or taint the 'lady-like' image he has of you.

he sees you as a meal which must be savored, after all.

sanji prefers more intimate sex, even if it's just an agreement. for this reason, he's not huge on sharing.

sometimes though, while he's getting hot and heavy with you, zoro will just barge in and remind the cook that you're free use, before just… joining

gets pissed off when he spreads your legs and sees zoro's cum leaking out of you. it doesn't stop him from lapping up each drop though, since nothing could keep him from that pussy of yours

sanji uses you on the daily. the cook's appetite is insatiable, but he always makes sure to prioritize your comfort and pleasure

such a sweet talker, swirling his tongue over your clit and insisting that you're the most precious person on the ship

likes leaving subtle marks on your body, on more intimate areas that you'll forget about until you're alone.

the spot below your ear, the insides of your thighs, the delicate skin of your wrist… he thinks that smaller bites and marks have their own charm. big ol' bruises on your collarbone or neck just seem so brutish!

finishes wherever you want him to. there are moments where he'll beg to cum inside your cunt, though. you gladly let him do so.

aftercare king. any food you want is yours. he'll draw a bath for you and eat you out one last time for good measure. gets irritated when he sees the others being too rough with you

miss 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 is a force to be reckoned with. it takes her a few days before she has her first session with you, not because she was hesitant, but because she was waiting. watching.

she can play the long game, reading your cues and how you behave after having sex with other members of the crew. once she's sure she can break you down, she takes you. sex with robin is always a dizzying experience, almost unreal. between the many hands caressing you all over, and that cat-like gaze of hers, it's hard not to lose yourself.

very much a dominant lover, though whether she's soft or mean depends on her mood. regardless, she takes pleasure in watching you writhe and come undone.

it's a power play, a control she isn't fond of relinquishing.

only shares you with nami, franky and occasionally jinbei (if he's up for it), mostly because they can read the mood and follow her lead

weekly user, perhaps thrice a week if she's feeling up for it. most of the time, she's content to get you worked up for her and her only.

you can try to run off to someone else, but she knows she brings a certain element to the bedroom that no one can match

robin is slow and steady, curling her fingers just right and pulling away when you're about to burst. she's the second member to get you to squirt

she's nice to you in the meanest way possible. a lot of 'my, you're quite excited today' and 'such a sweet little thing'

hands on you and your most sensitive areas at all times. rubbing your clit, twisting your nipples and stroking every inch of skin. it's a full body experience.

does not particularly care for marking you up, physically at least. she leaves her own prints on you, something more soul-binding that goes beyond bruises and bitemarks that are bound to fade

takes care of you well before and after sex. she doesn't really indulge in quickies, only having sex when she knows the two of you will have an extended period of time to really enjoy it

on a more serious note, robin is also the one to explain to chopper what is going on between you and the crew. it does seem odd to the little reindeer, but he makes sure to be ready with contraceptives or pelvic exams when you need them.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐘 always has something special whipped up for you. within the first few days of you agreeing to this free use agreement, he indulged in you.

his dirty mind runs free with you and he doesn't hesitate to try out some new toys. thrusting sex machines and vibrating saddles… he has so many prototypes that he loves watching you squirm on.

he's also been able to give himself…upgrades that make things even more interesting. his favorite would be his detachable dick. he'll attach it to machines, watching and feeling as it effortlessly works into you.

he's not shy about such matters, not at all. sex with him is fun and he does a wonderful job of making you feel high-spirited and confident. your enthusiasm feeds into his pervy side.

down to share with anyone, honestly. this cyborg is up for most anything, given that you are, too

has you on the daily, but you never know when. sometimes it's in the morning, other times while you're getting ready for bed. if he's just restocked his cola though, you can expect a round or two

gives you his detachable dick and lets you use it as a dildo, so he can feel your cunt around him even when he's working in the shop

he eats you out and makes it messy. he spits and slurps as if your cunt was cola-flavored

likes getting head the same way. the sight of you with drool lining your lips and chin, mouth stuffed with his dick... he might let out an 'ow!' right then and there

doesn't mark you up intentionally. he just does his thing and makes sure you feel good. if he happens to leave some marks, he doesn't think too much of it

gets a little pissed off when zoro or luffy mark you up too much. he thinks they don't have to be that rough...

enjoys cumming on your chest and breasts. he's a simple man with simple pleasures

big on foreplay, but could work on his aftercare. he likes getting you worked up, likes to see you eager, but afterwards he's just so out of it. usually falls asleep and maybe hooks an arm around you

resident pervert 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 does not hesitate. once the agreement was set into motion, your panties were quick to be snatched up.

the skeleton is a voyeur, preferring to watch as opposed to actively participating. even when you know he's spying on you, you pretend not to notice. whether it's you masturbating or having sex with another member of the crew, you can bet that he's peeping in.

brook is also very much into groping, never missing the opportunity to squeeze your plump flesh when you walk by.

truthfully, he just revels in being a pervert, especially when he knows there aren't any consequences.

up for sharing in the sense that he likes to watch. some members are more okay with it than others

he's scared the living daylights out of usopp, has been threatened by zoro and gotten encouragement from franky. he just laughs though, finding a thrill in getting caught

his eye (sockets?) are on you pretty frequently. at the end of everyday, he'll ask for your panties and pockets them with gusto

it's common for brook to ask for your panties after you're done having sex with someone else. he just thinks it's so naughty!

he'll walk by you and ask you to flash him, losing his mind every time you lift your shirt and show him your breasts

his groping is never hard enough to leave marks. he likes the squishy skin, since he's all bone, so he just has a hand on you and absentmindedly squeezes your breasts like you're a walking stress ball

like he always asks for your panties, he always asks for permission to touch and grope you

one of the most respectful would be 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐈. it takes him a while to settle into the whole arrangement. a part of him did see it as taboo, especially considering that he's a fishman.

however, he realizes that what he asks of you doesn't have to be inherently sexual. that's why, jinbei enjoys having you do mundane tasks for him, all while completely nude. his eyes are never lewd or hungry, but thoughtful as he watches you fold his clothes or make his bunk.

ever the respectful man, he doesn't want to leer at you as if you were an object. things build slowly and intimately between the two of you.

it starts as you wandering around without clothes, then it's mutual masturbation, then eventually he's fucking you.

this fishman prefers to have you to himself. he wants sex to happen in a comfortable atmosphere. it's a calming, almost therapeutic environment that he prefers to navigate you through, without the presence of others

would not mind if robin joined in, seeing as she's mature and would enjoy the vibes

he prefers not to have sex when he knows he's in a bad mood. he doesn't want to let such trivial, emotional matters guide him, but sometimes it's not avoidable, so…

marks come in the form of spanks, red patches on your ass that he's quick to soothe with a rough palm. it's a way for him to get his anger and frustration out, though the next day, once he's calmed down, he's quick to apologize

cumming inside you seems so taboo that he finds himself doing it more than he should. it's a guilty pleasure that he denies himself less and less as time goes on

sex is weekly, sometimes less. he has a fairly good handle on himself and makes it a point not to lose himself in pure lust.

he also very much takes into consideration that you're busy with others, so he doesn't want to overwhelm you

once this little arrangement is finalized, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 never worry about being alone or untended to. they know better than to leave their little free use doll unsatisfied.

when you're sick or unwell, it's everyone's problem. though you're the one being used, you're so protected and well cared for, like their secret treasure.

even if some don't explicitly express their gratitude, anyone can acknowledge that this agreement takes a toll on you in one way or another.

luffy lends you his hat, zoro shares his sake, nami loans you money, usopp makes you trinkets, sanji lets you get first pick on dessert, robin teaches you how to read poneglyphs, franky designs machines for you, brook plays you special tunes and jinbei lets you ride on all the whale sharks you want.

overall, it's a pretty sweet deal!

taglist: @queen-of-elves, @who-the-hockeysticks, @sxhy-town, @flower-hua, @iwannachokeontojifushiguroscock (thank y'all for being patient 🫶)

[merakiui]

Ahhhh I’m loving the Skully wave, it’s so funny to see how fast you folded for him, not that I’m complaining tho (thankfully he’s nothing like Gojo) He just fits into so many thoughts that are basically either him matching your freak or out freaking you.

Incoming ramble but Ik we talked about prisoner Floyd but what about prisoner Skully? Unlike Floyd, Skully isn’t that intimidating but acc fairly easy to talk to, at least when you first meet him. Torn between Skully being a perceived as a petty criminal, even on paper, but is acc a master manipulator; his story goes that he was a lonely kid and unfortunately got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was forced to go along with their schemes, and was ultimately arrested and found guilty by association but recurved a lighter punishment, but in reality he manipulated those fools and got a slap on the wrist compared to them. Orrrr going a more simpler route and having him just being regarded as a dangerous criminal from the get go. Maybe you’re a prison nurse and it’s become such a common site to see him brought onto the medical unit all bloody and bartered, yet still maintaining his strange but otherwise pleasant demeanour, so much so that you wonder what he did to end up in prison; you prefer not to read up on your patient’s crimes so that you may not develop any biases that may affect your work. But with Skully your conflicted with “trusting” what he says, and what everyone else, including your gut, is telling you that’s a bad idea.

There’s definitely horny thoughts somewhere here but I got too caught up in the idea and the specifics…as another anon has said work your magic

I folded so quickly for him it’s almost embarrassing, but I simply can’t resist his whimsical charms. He’s so silly goose cutie pie. <3 my most beloved!!! \(//∇//)\

Now as for prisoner Skully…….. >:) ooohhh,, I love the idea of Skully being underestimated solely because he’s so polite and outgoing when interacting with the other officers and prisoners. And he has such a kind face! There’s no way someone like him could ever commit a heinous crime, right? But his sentencing doesn’t lie, nor does the prison jumpsuit he wears.

Every time he comes to you, battered and bloody, he takes your hand in his bruised one and kisses the top of it, calling you all manner of wonderful endearments. He’s particularly fond of calling you “my lovely.” He’s definitely a…unique prisoner. He’s usually on such good behavior, too. It’s the other prisoners who rough him up on account of his being “too creepy.” Though Skully’s smile is sincere, you have to wonder how such a cordial man managed to unnerve so many prisoners. ^^;;; perhaps a dark side you’ve yet to see?

Horny thoughts…… something something Skully somehow manages to drug you on one of his many infirmary visits. Maybe you’re in a secluded room and he’s swiped the muscle relaxant intended for his injuries and used it on you so you’re weak and pliable for him. >:) AAAA but there’s also the idea of Skully intentionally harming himself just so he has a reason to visit you. Perhaps blaming his rough state on those prisoners. They just don’t understand him. :( they’re always hurting him. And you feel just a little bad. He reminds you of a kicked puppy when he’s like this, but that same seemingly weak, defenseless kicked puppy is drugging you and shutting the curtain to the infirmary bed so he can lay you down and have his way with you. :) that’s the best cure, after all.

And then, if he’s just a dangerous criminal from the beginning, perhaps serial killer Skully on death row and he’s really excited for his execution date. Or he was until he fell in love with you and now he doesn’t want death to separate the two of you. >_<

[impishjesters]

Hello it's me again 🤞🏻 do ya think you can do Jax with a so who is like demon/angel who depending on what their doing they change into demon/angel or a mix of both?

Jax with a demon/angel s/o

warning(s): insults (affectionately?), insults (not affectionately) note(s): The non-affectionate insult is someone else, it's not intended to be anyone in specific, though it's not really an insult in my opinion I figured it was fair warning. (I kind of just wanted the situation itself that came with it.) A/N: Ooo nice, its giving Sun/Moon from FNAF, I like that ;D

Jax thinks both appearances are cute (which isn’t saying much, he claims a lot of stuff is cute but at least this sounds more genuine)

It also gives him twice the ammo for pet/nicknames.

“Well, would you look at that? Angels do exist, unfortunate that they look like you though.” (relationship or not, you are not spared, but it’s got less venom than his usual cracks)

“You look like you crawled right outta hell, rough night?” (how flattering Jaxy)

He likes to see what causes you to switch between the two.

So far, being grossly nice to everyone (including him), and kind acts like helping the gang of idiots (yes, including him) usually result in the more angelic-like form.

Partaking in pranks with him or other nefarious things usually results in a more demonic-like form.

However, he is curious if that’s unintentional or something you are willing to choose to do.

Like was that just some weird part of your character in here, or something you consciously could change and it just so happened to be very on-brand?

What does throw him off is that weird hybrid of the two that has popped up on occasion. It’s a little weird to look at but it’s… cool, he guesses.

Jax has stated that if the two of you could dress up for Halloween, he’d wanna be the angel. Which is hilarious because that is the absolute last fuckin thing he is.

If you say that he’ll give you a shit-eating grin and say something like “What are you talking about? I’m as innocent as an angel.”

“If an angel crawled out of hell, sure.”

Out of curiosity, he’s definitely tried to remove your halo from your person to see if it’s permanently attached or not.

If it is he’ll only slightly flinch at the yelp you let out, but if it’s not attached you bet your sweet ass he’ll be plucking it away at random times and probably wearing it like a bracelet.

Which honestly is kind of cute if you think about it, he’s got a little piece of you with him if you’re actually able to part with it.

On top of that, you can definitely annoy him by playing ring toss with his ears. He’ll make it more difficult by moving them at angles that make it harder for the halo to catch.

One time he forgot all about the halo dangling on his ear and someone thought it’d be funny to ask him “what that stupid thing on his ear” was.

He’s annoyed because he was damn well sure he threw the thing back at you. But now he’s also more annoyed that someone brought you into this and called your halo dumb. (they didn’t call it dumb he’s overreacting)

Though realistically he doesn’t care about your halo, he’s just annoyed someone called any part of you dumb (again, nobody said that sweetie), even if it was true—ahem, said affectionately, he’s the only one allowed to call you dumb (affectionately)

In retaliation to subjecting him to the ring toss games, if you have a tail or something as a demon he’ll intentionally step on it. (not often though)

On the topic of tails, he’ll occasionally play with it, though if you have full control of it you’ve definitely tripped him up a couple of times.

[writerblue275]

Heartsteel Ranking: “Scary boyfriend privilege”

(AKA how intimidating they are to people who don’t know them.)

Inspiration: I’ll be honest this is a bit of a random ranking but I thought it would be fun to do and it was!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Ranking

Type: Fluff? This is meant in a funny way.

Tw: Small mention of alcohol (drink responsibly y’all), and swearing (because I do, in fact, have the mouth of a damn sailor.)

List goes least intimidating to most intimidating.

LEAST

Ezreal (One of these days I will do a ranking that doesn’t put him at the bottom! I swear it’s not intentional! 😂)

Let’s be honest no one is shocked he’s here, right? Where else was Ez going to go on this list?? This isn’t a bad thing though! He just gives off such golden retriever energy and it’s amazing and I love him. I want to be at least best friends with HS Ezreal.

Despite the usual happy golden retriever energy, he’s definitely not afraid to tell people off/protect you though. (I feel like he secretly has quite a temper. He’s a Sagittarius after all [love my fellow 🔥 signs WOOT WOOT]. Usually he’s very good about keeping it under control…but if someone [besides you, he absolutely adores you] pushes him too far [ex: by making you uncomfortable]…just see what happens.)

Aphelios

You absolutely have scary boyfriend privilege with Aphelios, but I just can’t rank him higher than any of the other members below. He definitely has that “brooding silent type” down pat, and when he’s wearing his mask, that’s doubled. That air of mystery, baby, he’s got that in SPADES.

We also know he’s tall. Like not Sett, K’Sante, or Yone tall, but he’s got some height on him (unconfirmed 6’). Physically, he’s definitely more intimidating than Ez. Like imagine Phel silently staring daggers at someone. Lmao I’d hate to be whoever pissed him off.

K’Sante

Most of this comes from his height (unconfirmed 6’4”) and the fact he’s one of the gym bros. Like general vibe/personality-wise, I think Phel could be more-intimidating than K’Sante (or even Sett), but have you seen how just MASSIVE K’Sante is? HE CAN CANONICALLY BENCH SETT. Like 😮😮😮

Not to mention I feel like he’d always stick close to you in public, so no one would even dream of trying to do anything to you. (Unless they’re a whole dumbass.) K’Sante genuinely gives me very kind vibes, but he definitely protects those he loves very fiercely.

Sett

Sett is (unconfirmed) 6’7” (at least confirmed the tallest in the group), and JACKED AS HELL. Not to mention “allergic” to sleeves so those arms are out most of the time lmao. Only a fucking moron (or someone who is incredibly drunk) would look at Settrigh and go “oh yeah I am absolutely going to mess with this guy.” RIP that idiot.

He also doesn’t fuck around about the safety of the people he loves. Sett genuinely seems like the sweetest guy (I love this giant, ripped, sewing himbo so fucking much oh my fucking god) but he can/will be intentionally intimidating if it’s necessary to keep you or Ma safe (the two most important figures in his life 🥺). Will walk you home/keep you close to him in crowded situations. He always wants you to feel safe when you’re with him (you absolutely do like how could you not?).

Kayn

So this is based on both appearance and reputation. Obviously Kayn has quite the reputation from his last band (as well as being kicked out of it.) Appearance-wise, he’s not super tall, but he’s tall enough. Not to mention the piercings, tattoos, the fact he’s also in excellent shape (I mean we all saw those abs 😏), has vibrant dyed hair, a very bright red eye, and he is a total metal head. He can also, um, travel through WALLS. (Small detail lol.)

DO I EVEN HAVE TO MENTION RHAAST (even as his stage alter ego)???? Kayn can be pretty impulsive and sometimes acts first, thinks later. (He’s currently working on that with Yone, it’s fine.) Someone would be a damn fool to fuck with him or you. He just gives me very loyal guard dog vibes. (I mean he did wear the damn leash in the mv so….😝)

Yone

There is no one (let me repeat: NO ONE) I’d want to fuck with less than Yone. This man has quintessential resting bitch face (RBF), is like 6’ 2-3” (unconfirmed), in very good shaped (based on the lovely titty window of his outfit. Thank you, Riot designers) and is able to (mostly) wrangle the rest of the group. Also (hella obvious but) HE’S AN INTROVERT (INFJ specifically). People are NOT his thing (fucking MOOD).

Yone is the one who gives the most similar vibes to the TikToks I’ve seen that show cosplayers at Cons with their scarier-dressed friends/partners following behind them keeping them safe. (For Yone, it’s the RBF/air of mystery that really sets the tone.) He gives me such mature gentleman vibes as well. He’s always going to walk you home especially at night, or he’ll stay by your side in a crowd and you are just going to feel really safe with him. Top-tier scary boyfriend privilege right there.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Ok so the least and most intimidating were extremely obvious to me. It was everyone else in between that made things difficult. This was really fun to write though, even if the concept is a bit silly! 😂

[ilsolefiesta]

random astrological jam

just some absolutely random thoughts I had today while working:

♥ the strongest "mothering mother" I've ever seen is the 4th house Leo Sun with Cancer IC. we all know how lionesses protect their cubs. this quality goes to extremes when one of the most family-oriented signs rules the family house... my aunt has this placement, and she is so passionately devoted to our family. sometimes, she gives me the vibes of Dominic Toretto. we also laugh about how she can change the subject of literally any conversation to her daughter. - the weather is getting worse. - my daughter once became ill during such weather... - wow, his sport skills are amazing. - you know, my daughter used to be a captain of baseball team when she studied at school. - I think there's something wrong with my stomach. - you even have no idea what terrible diarrhea my daughter once had. (her daughter is around 30 already...)

♥ people with strong mutable placements, how often do people tell you that you seem taller than you actually are? or they thought that you were in fact taller than you are?

♥ having Cancer ASC and/or the Moon in the 1st house, along with Scorpio Sun, really creates an "angel in disguise" impression. people with these placements look SO DAMN innocent but then you begin to know them better...

♥ it’s so funny how strong Leo placements can be so obvious in their “godly” self-perception, to the point where you can't even be angry with them. my friend has a Leo stellium (Sun, Mars, Mercury). it was my birthday, so we were planning to have a party at a restaurant. she was the only one who arrived late, and it took her more than 30 minutes after the planned time. and the first thing she said when she arrived wasn’t “happy birthday” or “sorry for being late” etc. it literally was:

- just look at me. I look so damn gorgeous today, don’t you think so?

I thought I was going to die laughing.

♥ aspects of Mercury with Uranus/Chiron can make a person having a rhotacism or some other difficulties with pronunciation. for example, my former classmate and I both struggle with the letter "R" in our speech. however, my Mercury and Uranus form a trine, so people usually don't even notice it unless they are trying to listen for it intentionally. on the contrary, my classmate had a square between them. sometimes it was really hard for people to understand her.

♥ I believe that even though Capricorn ASC people may have other strong placements, they look their best wearing minimalistic clothes. like they are so self-sufficient that the rule "the simpler, the better" works for them 100% of the time.

♥ maybe it has another name in English or I misspelled it somehow (please let me know if you know what it's called). but I haven't seen any articles about Doryphory/Doryphoros and the Charioteer of the Sun in English. however, it's very popular among post-Soviet astrologers.

if you don't know, here's the idea: the Sun is the King, and Doryphory is its supportive power, like a squire. it's the planet that comes before the Sun. check it out. it can, together with the Ascendant, reveal the first impression from you. on the other hand, the planet after the Sun - the Charioteer - can show what you're remembered for in the end.

for example, my Sun is in the 1st house and the first planet behind (clockwise) is my 12th house Mars. I’m always told that I look like self-collected, confident go-getter at first glance. however, Mercury which goes after Sun usually leaves people feeling that I am overthinking and a little nervous. my sister’s Doryphory is Gemini Mercury (harshly squared, however). sometimes it really seems challenging for her to stop talking. she looks like such a chatterbox. however, people usually remember her for her good looks. her Sun is followed by Venus. as for my grandma, her Doryphory is Moon and the Charioteer is Mercury. she is the most prominent example of someone who often says or does something emotionally and then thinks about whether it was the right thing to do or not. Thank you for reading! Have a nice day! Picture credits: Pinterest

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MW2 x Russian Speaking! Reader *Headcanons*

Summary: Reader who can speak Russian (don’t have to be Russian necessarily) and mw2 characters reaction to finding out. 

Characters involved: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Konig, Alejandro

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You had kept the fact you could speak Russian a secret, not intentionally though. You just didn’t speak it outside of your family. 141 found out before Konig and Alejandro did as you met them later on.

Price: When Price found out you could speak Russian, he was impressed. Both that you could and that you managed to keep it hidden from him. He is usually a know-it-all man when it comes to his recruits. Clearly he missed this. He used this information to send you out on missions that involved Russians, from gathering Russian intel to being a translator. He also started watching Russian war movies and made you sit and translate it for him. Or if he was watching any tv and there was someone speaking Russian, he would pause it and call you over to translate. You usually complained about the pronunciation and wrong grammar instead. 

Ghost: Ghost found out at the same time as Soap. You were on the phone to your family and they walked by and overheard you speaking. They both stood there, jaw dropped until you noticed and hung up. Ghost gave you shit for it, probably because there were missions where it could've been helpful. But he thought it was pretty cool nonetheless. Did the same thing as Price when it came to TV.

Soap: Soap was shook. He grabbed you and sat you down and forced you to teach him curse words. Of course it would be curse words. The man was a child. You did not teach him curse words just to annoy him. He eventually just asked you on how to say random ass things in your language. Varied from saying shit about members to how to say he’s the coolest dude ever. You did this on missions mostly, on the way to or back from them. It kept you guys entertained and busy from thinking about anything bad.

Gaz: Gaz was sweet when it came to finding out. He was like “That’s so cool wtf”. He didn’t nag you about it like Soap or Price. This made you choose him when it came to teaching curse words. Soap was not impressed when he found out Gaz could curse in Russian and tried to convince him to teach him one word at least. Soap begged on his hands and knees to you and Gaz and Ghost took a photo of it. Gaz picked up Russian a lot better than you expected.

Konig: This man was highly excited when he found out. Nothing really screamed Russian about you, so to have another person who spoke a different language was fun. You two sat together and taught each other your language. He would point at objects and ask you what the word for them would be. He started to mix German and Russian together when speaking to you. It was funny but it also helped you both learn and understand what was being said. It also scared half the recruits when they saw you talking because of how angry both languages sound. especially together.

Alejandro: The minute this man found out, he was wooed. He was in love. Okay, maybe not literally just yet. You would compliment this man in Russian but it sounded like you were pissed at him. This turned him on more?? Ghost and Soap stood there, watching you two, waiting for you to stop. When he would curse out enemies, you followed in Russian and then fist bumped. 

Bonus Alejandro + Konig:

If you and one of them could understand each other in each others language, you would talk to them in Russian and they would reply in theirs. It confused everyone because they didn’t understand what language you were speaking or whether or not you actually understood each other. It was the same in English. You would speak in Russian and they would reply in English or vice versa, so what anyone understood was just a one side of the conversation. It was fun to see the looks you received from recruits or even strangers passing by

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Thank you for reading! I want to make a konig x russian speaking!reader and develop it more there so i might. Also i see you anon ;3

[dadsbongos]

Oh my gosh the I GUESS part was so funny cfdjkfd It will always make me so sad that we'll likely never see the later seasons, it would have been SO funny omg How are you btw?? Anything fun you've done/have coming up? Also any random headcanon thoughts about possibly dating both laios and kabru would be as lovely as you <3 -Artemis

i giggle thinking about his snooty fucking "i GUESS" that and calling mika gay for being attracted to him, a man

i was in a bit of a rut the past week or so but i've been getting better, drawing a lot and working on personal writing projects. plan on going out with a fwend on Wednesday :3 and i'm trying to con a hot person into liking me

labru poly hcs below!!

ok to get together with these two is a nightmare though it is worth it!

i can see it being you and kabru chasing laios, being romantic rivals with laios not paying attention to either of you LOL

kabru gets charmed by you after viciously studying you for months on end to try getting a leg up on you and you're just like every other hot-blooded mammal and can agree that kabru's hot

i can see you confessing to laios (because god forbid kabru actually voice his feelings to someone) so kabru is just silently devastated until eventually being absorbed into the relationship

domestic chores were a bit of a battle at first because kabru doesn't maintain his own space and laios can't maintain common spaces bc he doesn't know what everyone else is okay with him tossing out and dishes are a NO for him

but kabru is great at delegating/managing tasks plus he can care for others. so he managed to think out a way for everyone to be happy: kabru does most of the basic chores (dishes, sweeping, dusting), laios does most of the yard work and shopping, and you the laundry/cooking ft. laios as a lil helper while picking up minor tidying (but obvi you guys can share and help as with all relationships yk)

non-negotiable tho you and laios and kabru are all legally obligated to indulging each other's niche interests. you and laios are ears OPEN to kabru's novelizations of world history and current gossip, and you n kabru listen to laios ramble about useless mythos and cryptids factoids

and ofc they listen to you prattle on about your own interests cuz that's love bby <3

when walking outside, laios likes to intentionally try finding cool bugs or dogs and kabru has to wrangle him by the collar of his shirt while you're just there like :) aw bfs

kabru looooves planning dates and doesn't usually like feeling out of the loop or surprised unless its something you three agreed wouldn't be orchestrated by him

blowout arguments are not common in any manner, since kabru's an ace at recognizing/dismantling how you feel and is flexible in asking how to better put your mind at ease

meanwhile laios just HATES fighting and arguments and is not the type to enforce his way of thinking/doing certain things unless it'll actually drive him insane (which is pretty uncommon)

kabru is probably in charge of finances cuz its just less stress for him

laios likes decorating the space but you and kabru have to nyx some of his stranger ideas (a fully functional bigfoot puppet hanging from the ceiling, fresno night crawler figures on the tv stand, etc.)

nautical themed bathroom is a for sure though i'm sorry i'm sorry, laios is white and kabru was raised by milsiril they're just going to have a nautical themed bathroom no matter how you feel about it

i have an idea i want to make a fic but can't find the time: basically the same thing where you n kabru hate each other but get along for laios' sake cuz you're both dating him. until you fuck nasty and bond for realsies <3

[bairdthereader]

Time to pay homage to the Spring Queen, Tori.

[This is a long one, folks. I have lots of feelings. Sorry, not sorry! TLDR can just look at the gifs for the gist of the story.]

Having read Solitaire, This Winter, and Nick and Charlie in addition to Heartstopper, my thoughts on Tori and how she's portrayed in the show are a bit difficult to organize and express. Since we don't get her backstory in the show (yet), we see her exclusively engaging with Charlie's story; this leaves out a lot of her depth and complexity, or at least leaves it to the viewer to piece together. BUT . . .

The specific ways she goes about protecting Charlie say so much about her.

It's established from their first on-screen interaction that Charlie feels safe with Tori, both to be himself and to confide in her that he's ended his pseudo relationship with Ben, a relationship no one else knows about at this point. Tori automatically assumes the fault was with Ben, which is not only peak awesome older sister behavior, but a cue to Charlie that she knows him well enough to trust that he was not only not the offending party, but that the breakup was a very positive move for him. She's affirming and bolstering Charlie without any platitudes or unsolicited advice, a sign of her care and respect for him, as well as her understanding of him and his needs.

In Solitaire, Tori explains that she rides the bus with Charlie when he's dealing with particularly bad mental health struggles, which puts the scene toward the end of S1E7 in a slightly different perspective. She knows that something is deeply wrong, but also that Charlie isn't ready to talk about it. She keeps an earbud out just in case, but doesn't pressure him in any way, another sign of respect and silent support.

And of course the moment when Charlie is desperately vulnerable, scared, admitting his darkest thoughts to her, when she realizes for the first time (in the show timeline) just how deep the pain goes, she takes it seriously. She knows what it could mean. Though we as viewers haven't seen it yet, Tori knows her own version of this particular darkness and recognizes it in Charlie. She grounds him with firm, safe, physical touch and a truth that only she can give--which makes it the truest kind of truth, a bedrock truth for Charlie to stand on--that he is valuable to her and vital to her life.

After Charlie tells his parents about his relationship with Nick (with fairly negative results, but that's a whole other post), Tori's concern for Charlie is immediate. Not only does she remember how terrible the bullying Charlie experienced was, but she also knows how fragile his newfound happiness really is. Charlie misinterprets her question--whether intentionally or not I think might be up for debate--and assumes that her concern is mainly for Nick, asserting that he can protect Nick. Tori knows that Charlie will need that protection as well, maybe more, but also respects his choice to view the situation in this way. [Side note: respect is like Tori's secret love language; she doesn't give it very willingly.]

"Look after him or you die" seems funny, but Tori is dead serious. Her later accusation that Nick doesn't keep his promises feels harsh at first, and he doesn't really deserve it, but we have to see it for what it is. Tori is trusting Nick with a responsibility that she usually puts on herself, and she doesn't take it lightly; very few people can care for Charlie the way Tori does, and to her, failure to do so is indefensible. Nick's failing her test in this moment, though she's a complete enough person to recognize that it's a momentary lapse and trusts Nick with Charlie later in the story.

And of course there's the infamous Nelson dinner party, where Tori does in reality what we ALL want to do in spirit and knocks David down several pegs. She sees in him exactly the kind of person who bullied Charlie and made his life miserable, and she's not about to let it happen right in front of her. No real commentary here, just a deep appreciation for Tori's sisterly rage and complete disgust with David.

And then there's this:

Oh, season 3 Tori is going to be something to behold. I absolutely cannot wait. All hail the queen.

[sixxrock666]

Lovie, that platonic Mötley Crüe was absolutely amazing, thank you for taking the time to do it. <33. I’m definitely going to have to ask for more though. I also feel like if one of them were being chased by mick, they would sacrifice reader by holding them up like the scene from the lion king, y’know? Like this. Thank you, love <33

stop you’re so sweet ;)) the lion king reference😭 literally they would sacrifice the reader to save their asses

hope you’ll like it hun tried my best<333

Part 3

• they would definitely sacrifice you when Mick would get pissed because they knew he’d go soft on you…when you all do piss him off it turns into a hell house, like just straight up screaming and throwing stuff and running around

• for your birthday they’d for sure throw a big party, and you’d get such random gifts like Tommy would get you a random pair of boxers with cats on it and Nikki a spatula or some shit (╥_╥)… i think Vince and Mick might actually put some thought into it

•…teaching the boys to make brownies at one am because Vince was craving them. Of course you all ended up making weed brownies (￣^￣)ゞ

• if you’d get caught with another man and the photos would made it to some kind of magazine i feel like the boys would juts sit you down in front of them and would be like “what’s this young lady?” Not them playing the role of good protective mothers (¬_¬)

…would probably tease you about it later tho

• they would steal your clothes let’s be real

“Vince are those my fucking leather pants”

“They make my ass look better sweets”

•nicknames for u>>

★ Tommy would be cheesy of course, calling you bestie or some long lasting friendship bullshit

★ Vince would call you sweets

★ Mick would call you a little devil or something

“speak of the devil”

especially when you’d be hanging around Tommy and Nikki…it was never a good combination the three of you since shit always went down

★Nikki would call you whatever he felt like it on a particular day, sometimes just your name or maybe rockstar, kitty? etc.

• Nikki would ask you to do his makeup

• if you’d get nervous before the concert they would try to take your mind off by cracking jokes…they were never funny but that was the charming part honestly

• you and Mick would usually stay a little longer in the studio making up some guitar riffs, laughing all the time and sharing a joint

• you’d buy them deodorant for Christmas at some point…

• when Nikki would feel like he could trust you enough he’d share about his childhood, not intentionally only if you’d ask, and you’d rub his back through it

• Mick would definitely confide in you about his back pain sometimes :( you’d then baby him and take care of him…he wasn’t the biggest fan of it but he let you…he knew you cared about him and only wanted what’s best for him

• regular trips to the record store with the boys, just listening to music and picking out records to add to your collection

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[kaycode1999]

I wanted to request some head cannons or drabbles for Sun Wukong(LMK) x daughter_of_buddha!reader or just like female_gojo!reader. [ romantically ]

I think it might be funny to see how they interact since neither cares much for rules or gods. Not to mention with the whole buddha putting the golden headband on Sun Wukong thing. Ngl, I feel like they would only meet because of monkie kid( but you can make it so that they knew each other before him).Like reader is a big sister figure for MK. If they do meet and realize who the other is, I think they would fight/spar immediately and it would end up in a tie. IDK

To start off, I think the relationship would be some mix between like Flynn Rider and Rapunzel or Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago.

I do see this going one of two ways though

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In the case of the character being a daughter of Buddha, I kind of think Wukong would initially transfer his negative feelings toward Buddha/Sangzang putting the pain crown on him and trapping him in insolation for 500 years onto her and similarly he would assume she is stuck up, unfeeling and snobby ( high and mighty- that kind of thing). So he'd intentionally be a teasing nuisance to her until he eventually comes to his senses and/or realizes that isn't the case.

He and the daughter of Buddha are more snarky with each other than being violent because she loves MK and feels like Wukong will not protect him and be a bad influence. Eventually the two start bonding/finding common ground over not caring about any of the celestial B.S. And shared care for MK

When he does realize she isn't what he thought, he starts to notice some weird things happening. Suddenly he finds himself getting distracted thinking about her, staring at her absent-mindedly whenever she's around, wanting to be around her, and just generally being nicer than he usually is to her and he doesn't know why

She fell first - he fell harder

The worst is when she brings her new boyfriend around. Wukong doesn't understand why but whenever he sees the guy it’s ON SIGHT.

He doesn't actually do anything but the person just makes his blood boil and anyone who knows him well enough can tell whenever the guy is around he gets quiet and pouty like a child

MK is the one who has to explain to him that what he's feeling is jealousy and that he has feelings for Buddha’s daughter

Of course he denies it. And denies it. And denies it. And denies it

That is, until she gets hurt either physically or emotionally. Seeing her in any pain would cause him to realize his feelings, and it sucks because he wants to eviscerate whatever caused it but he might not be able to depending on the circumstances. But if he CAN do something about it, believe me he’ll tear whoever or whatever hurt her to shreds

He doesn't easily admit his feelings but he does eventually

Or

#2

The daughter of Buddha’s character dislikes Wukong because of his past and instantly threatens him out of fear for MK’s safety and Wukong is instantly in love because he sees her as strong and beautiful

*basically this*

Wukong constantly shamelessly and blatantly flirts with her who in turn makes it clear she dislikes him

That is, until she spends more time around him and sees how much he truly cares for MK and also gets to know him better

All of a sudden she starts noticing how attractive he is and though he does have flaws he does have a nice personality

*he fell first- she fell harder*

She is very pissed to realize she’s fallen for the monkey king at first. However, she can't keep from acting different around him because she's nervous about him finding out and he picks up on this immediately

Initially, he worries he's done something wrong or overstepped some boundary he was unaware of and so he asks about it

She denies anything being different and doesn't want to say anything to him because she believes he doesn't truly feel anything special towards her- surely he flirts with any girl he sees right?

He lets it go for a while until he can't stand it anymore and confronts her about it and that's how her feelings come out

I might do actual fanfics about this in the future but for now I just wanted to do the head cannons

P.S. Thank you! This was super fun 😊

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cw: this is just a small fluff with a slightly bold! 3rd year deku. enjoyy

wc: 4.1K

an: first published fanfic ever, so i’m aware it isn’t the best but we’ll improve.

aizawa’s voice fills the room, most focusing and actually taking down notes, while some are trying to fight to stay awake and doodle. not that you’re dropping into the latter, but lately more and more rabbit like doodles fill up the margins of your book.

it isn’t necessarily that you aren’t listening to what aizawa is actually saying and you don’t care about your grades, but lately funny emotions are erupting in your heart and you’ve been feeling a little bit off.

you are well aware what these feelings are, what more like who causes them and how they were born. however the timing was quite bad, you would’ve been happier if these feelings would’ve come later. in the future when it’s easier to get over your probably unrequited feelings for a boy everyone adores. not that it’s a problem, of course everyone is adoring him, he’s such a sweetheart with a kind nature and his aspiration to become a hero is a huge influence to those around him.

honestly, you couldn’t blame midoriya izuku for being blessed with nothing but good traits. he’s always lending a hand if you’re in need of help with school or training. he’s asking how are you doing at every chance he sees you, gives you an ear if you want to talk, and often he circles his muscly arms around you to pull you closer to him if you need some comfort.

you often wondered if he treated everyone else like this or if it’s just you? although it’s better if that question remains unanswered for your poor little heart. you are already overthinking, your brain is like an ocean, overflowing with thoughts till you zone out completely. barely realising how mina came to stand beside your table asking you if you wanted to grab lunch.

“you have been in your own world lately” tsu says with slight concern laced in her tone. you shoot her an apologetic smile.

“i apologise, sometimes i get carried away and just zone out completely. i am not intentionally ignoring you girls” you beam, hoping your answer is enough for them to not continue on pressing the topic.

maybe though, your answer had been half a lie. you are somewhat ignorant when you’re day dreaming and zone out completely, hoping that the green haired hero-in-training wouldn’t talk to you unless necessary.

mainly, since your second and now your third year at u.a. started, izuku had been through a growing spurt. he’s no longer smaller than most boys in your class but he’s 6 foot something and his hair is tamed with a little undercut. he’s more buff, broader and easily towers over most, even if he doesn’t mean it to come off intimidating. to say he’s gotten hotter is an understatement.

of course, his personality hasn’t changed drastically but he grew a bit more confident in himself and bold as well. he’s still stumbling over his words at times and gets flustered with blood red cheeks but it’s getting rare.

“ohh, what’s on your mind (y/n)? do you want to talk about it?” ochaco offered, her cheeks flushed with slight redness as always as her eyes gazed on you warmly.

“it’s just school and training i guess” you answer softly as you all make your way down to the lunch hall. “thank you though” you give the girls a side hug as you all walk towards the lunch hall.

when you got there, the girls separated to walk towards their own little groups and you cluelessly stood there, not knowing who to join, you’re friends with everyone. without thinking you grabbed mina’s arm asking if you could join her and the bakusquad. she took a hold of your hand while grinning at you, she lead you towards their table.

“(y/n), it’s so good you’re joining us, we dared kaminari to eat bakugous usual lunch” kirishima laughs with sero, wiping their tears. at least jiro covers her mouth hiding her laugh.

so this is how lunch went, bakugou smirking victoriously, kaminari chucking water after water to sooth the spice left in his throat and the others chuckling and eating. plus the nagging thought at the back of your head that a pair of eyes are watching you from afar, but every time you looked around you didn’t see anyone. bakugou must’ve noticed this sitting next to you as he gave you a look.

“are you paranoid or something, shorty?” he smirks as he somewhat softly pushes your shoulder.

“no, i’m not! just my quirk is acting up.” you mumble looking down at your finished lunch. “anyways should we head back to class? the bell rings in a few minutes” you suggest as you start to stand up from your table and thankfully the others follow.

the second you get to class and take a seat, you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, and just as you were about to relax, izuku walks in with shoto, talking about something and his eyes find yours, giving you a wide smile.

oh no, now he’s walking towards you.

“are you alright (y/n)? ochaco and tsu told me during lunch that you’ve been kind of out of it because of school and training. is there anything i can help you with?” izuku stops next to your desk and gives you a wide smile, eyes bright green. why is he looking so intently in your eyes?

you swiftly collect yourself turning to look ahead of you thinking what to say without messing your words up before finally answering his question quietly.

“i’m alright, thank you” you turn to look up at him and he’s smile is smaller, eyes filled with concern. “are you okay?” you ask finally giving him a smile, but his answer goes unheard when aizawa walks in the room and izuku hurries to his seat, muttering a small sorry towards you.

for the second time today, you let out a sigh from deep within you.

nothing interesting happens after that, apart from you bolting from your seat towards the door and quickly make your way towards your dorm room. you catch up with studying and went on a small jog around campus. after a lovely shower, feeling so much better without all the sweat underneath your clothes, an empty stomach is the only thing stopping you from going to bed.

kaminari, sero, kirishima and mina are all shouting, seemingly in a harmless argument as you walk in the common room. you turn towards shoto who was leaning against the wall and ask him what is all the commotion about. he gives you a gentle smile while explaining how the four is arguing about what movie to watch, all four having different ideas in mind. you let out a small laugh, and you start engaging in a small conversation with the bi coloured boy.

the feeling of being watched is returning and you looking around, subtly not wanting to catch shoto’s attention. again, nothing seems to be out of place. maybe you are being paranoid just like bakugou said.

your conversation with shoto is cut off when you feel a presence behind you, causing shoto to look up from you and you turn around. izuku is standing behind you, he’s smiling like always but he’s eyes look a tad different, darker. but it’s probably from the lighting, he’s looking down at you and it’s his hair, shadowing his eyes. yes that’s it.

“the others decided on the movie we are watching. lets go and sit down.” izuku’s hand is already on your lower back, gently pushing me towards the sofas.

“oh okay, what movie are we watching?” you ask, turning slightly towards him, hoping he doesn’t see the slight blush on your face.

izuku answers your question, as you both sit at the edge(!!) of the sofa, ochaco turns to you excitedly, explaining how one of the actors is her celebrity crush. the lights get turned off while you’re focused on your conversation with her, mainly because izuku is sitting next to you, your heart is going wild, you hope he doesn’t hear it, the butterflies in your stomach are doing flips and you feel sick just from the sitting next to him. you got it bad for the green haired male, but you’re only just realising how bad it is.

izuku on the other hand, he isn’t any better than you. he got his eyes on you for a while now, and is absolutely smitten by you. he thinks you’re absolutely stunning, everything about you is pretty (according to him, pretty doesn’t even come close to how good you look - that’s what he said to the dekusquad), but he’s even more attracted to how amazing you are on the inside. you’re smart, considerate and kind to everyone, you’re helpful, a good listener and so on.

he loves being around you, being with you, having you around, he yearns for you, he wants to touch you, hold your hand, kiss your lips, stroke your cheeks, holding you in his arms. he wants to take you out on dates, study with you, train with you, introduce you to his mum, just spending more time with you would make him the happiest man alive.

izuku is more than aware of the fact that everyone in the class knows about his crush on you. he’s thankful that no one said a word about it to you though. what makes him a little bit worried is that no one seems to know if you got a crush on anyone, you always seem so indifferent when the topic is brought up. he would totally understand it as well if you tell him that you don’t feel the same.

at the same time, izuku knows that if he wants to get answers and even if there is a slight chance of you liking him, he needs to step up his game. so after a few pep talk with his renewed friend kacchan and girl best friend ochaco, he became a bit bolder when it came to interacting with you. hugging you, lingering touches here and there and after seeing how you reacted the first few times, he continued on.

because honestly, you look so cute with the slight blush on you cheeks and the way you shyly smile and look away from him. so when the movie is halfway in, he puts his arm on the couch behind your head, causing your side pressing against his toned torso. izuku can feel you stiffen slightly but after a while you ease up and lean back to him, not fully but it made izuku’s heart beat faster and his cheeks are slight flushed. ochaco gives him a quick look with a tiny smirk before turning back towards the tv.

izuku hopes he hasn’t ruined anything between you two with this, but he would’ve talked to you tonight either way about how he’s feeling. he also didn’t want kacchan to tell you about his feelings because the ash blonde boy was too tired of hearing about the lovesick thoughts his friend (we all know they are!!) bombarded him with. he also knows that you’ve been somewhat avoiding him for some reason, he’s not an idiot and his heart can’t take it anymore.

so tonight, izuku will confess to you and he hopes you’ll accept him.

as the movie is coming to an ending, the lights come back on, izuku’s arm is still behind you with his hand now slightly next to your face. you’re heart is beating even faster, knowing that this display will be seen by all of your classmates. on your right, izuku doesn’t seem all that fazed, talking with ochaco, tsu and iida about the movie. for some reason that makes you blush so very dark, you can practically feel your face growing hot at how he’s not afraid of others seeing you two like this.

a hand is slightly brushing against the edge of your shoulder and you turn around to face izuku, who’s looking down at you, beaming.

“what did you think of the movie?” he’s gently stroking your shoulder now, his eyes only focusing on you.

“ah uh, the movie was, uh very good. i enjoyed it a lot” you stutter ripping your eyes away from him but before you could say anything else, you hear a few snicker from next to you causing you to look around the room. everyone is looking at you excitedly, some are smirking and mina is holding her phone towards you and izuku.

oh no, she must’ve taken a picture.

you turn swiftly to look at izuku, who’s looking at you, his face calm, eyes warm and somewhat lidded, lips curled in a small smirk. your eyes are wide in contrast and your lips form a small ‘oh’. your face definitely looks like a tomato, you’re sure of that, you let a nervous laugh.

“i’m going to go to the bathroom” you excuse yourself as you stand up, already missing the warmth of izuku’s hand on your shoulder. you hear someone call after you, but you are almost running towards the elevators at this point to get to the safety of your room.

the second you walk through your door, you rush in and flop on your bed and grab your pillow, shouting into it. now for sure everyone know about your feelings for izuku and you’re even more confused about what he’s feeling towards you at this point, but at the same it felt so good being so close to him. is there actually a chance that he feels the same as you?

while you’re planning on hiding away in your room forever, a knock is heard on your door.

“it’s open” you mumble from under your pillow, not even bothering to see who came in.

“hey girl, did i take it too far?” you feel the bed dip as mina lays down beside you. you take the pillow from your face and throw it at hers, she catches it and laughs.

you turn towards her, eyes a bit glossy but you give her a smile. “no you didn’t, just…you see, uh” you trail off not knowing how to tell her your feelings for izuku. after a few minutes she starts talking.

“i know that someone is going to confess to you tonight” you sit up as soon as you hear that and look at her with the widest eyes ever “but you never told us who you have a crush on or if you even like someone, you know.” she sits up too and starts stroking your arm, it doesn’t feel as good as izuku’s. “i don’t want to put you and the other person into an uncomfortable situation so please tell me (y/n)”

this took you off guard, you never expected anything like this. someone in your class likes you, and you hope it’s izuku. you’re kind of hesitating to tell mina about your crush though. it’s not that you don’t trust her, you simply have a hard time opening up about it.

“i like izuku.” your voice is so small, she can barely hear it. mina can barely contain her smile though, she needs to go through this without letting you know anything. the others are probably having a harder time with izuku anyways, who’s downstairs having a crisis.

izuku freaked out the second you left, knowing he messed everything up and took it too far. everyone was trying to calm him down while he held his face in his hands. izuku loved having you so close to him in the past hour, you felt so warm and soft, but he never meant to make you feel like you had to run away from him because you didn’t like being around him

suddenly kirishima swings his arm around him as he plops down on the armrest. his phone is open in the messages app and shows izuku the last message. izuku reads it, his thought going wild and so is his heart, he cannot believe it.

meanwhile, mina puts her phone away, while you put yourself together a bit. you often turn to look at her and she gives you a reassuring smile. she knows you must be a little bit confused and anxious what the rest of the night will bring you, but she also knows that by the end of the night, you’ll be the happiest human alive, that alone made her happy.

“okay, i think i’m ready to go back” you stand in front of your door, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “i hope the others won’t be mad at me for storming out”

“no need to worry about that babes” mina hugs you then you two leave your room, her arm linked with yours.

when you reach the common room, everyone is talking and some of the boys are playing games, like nothing happened. kirishima came up to you two, taking you both under his arms.

“you two will miss out on the competition. we are trying to find who’s the king of mario kart-“ “it’s me you idiots” “of course you are bakubro! i feel like he’ll blow up the console if he doesn’t win” kirishima whispers the last bit to you two, causing you all to snicker.

you feel like you’re being watched for the third time today and suddenly you’re reminded about what happened not just long ago. you look around to see if izuku is still around or maybe you completely ruined everything and now he doesn’t want to talk to you or be around you. before worry could fill you up, your eyes meet with his emerald ones from the same couch you two were sitting on. you shot him a small smile and he’s eagerly sending you one back and then you turn your attention back towards mina and kirishima, trying to focus on them.

ten minutes later, you are somewhat engrossed in the conversation about music with jiro, you feel him before he makes himself known, jiro excuses herself quickly as you turn to look up to izuku from your seat. he gives you a warm smile, but his eyes are nervous, voice a bit shaky when he asks you “let’s go and talk somewhere private, yeah?”

you only nod, following him outside and into the back garden of the dorms and you two take a seat on the bench, facing the building. there is a slight tension, and it’s a bit uncomfortable for you both but then izuku starts speaking.

“i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable during the movie or any other time” he starts of quietly “i didn’t mean any harm, ever, i just wanted to be closer to you. you always make me feel so warm and happy like i’m always on cloud nine (9). you’re so amazing, smart, kind and pretty too! “you turn towards him, indecisive if it’s a good thing that he says all of this or a bad thing and he’s about to reject you. either way your heart is in your throat “oh my, you’re so pretty, i always dream about you. i ache for you (y/n), every time we are together i feel whole. i admire you for your patience towards others, your drive to be a hero and you always know how to make someone smile. i will make you smile every day too, if you take me (y/n), i adore you so much, i feel like i’ll burst” he ends his confession and turns your way, eyes teary and cheeks red, you haven’t seen izuku like this in a while.

the person mina said will confess to you tonight is izuku, you have a fat crush on izuku! now that’s mind blowing.

your thoughts are everywhere and nowhere, and you know the longer you stay silent and the worst izuku will expect to happen. you gather your thoughts as fast as you can and turn fully towards him.

“i adore you so much too izuku” your words are barely audible, he can barely make it out what you’re saying, but when he does, his eyes go wide and you let a giggle out. that seems to bring him back, giving you a small smile. “we could burst together” it comes out more of a question, you’re returning his smile.

at that his smile gets wider and circles his arms around you, pulling you extremely close. he tucks his face into your neck and you swear you feel tears running down from his face. when he pulls away, one of his hands find the side of your face, and presses his lips on yours. your arms round his neck and fingers disappear in his curls, his hands make their way down to your hips. his tongue swipes across your lower lip, asking for permission and you gladly gave it to him.

izuku didn’t intend on leaving your lips till you both are breathless but you leave first, making him chase after your lips and you let out a soft giggle, which makes him smile. you pull away a bit to look up at him, still not believing that he feels the same way as you. you take in his face, eyes lidded and dark, face slightly red and lips plump, slightly wet. he leans in a gives you a long peck before pulling away, moving so you sit on his lap. you play with the curls on top his head, seemingly deep in thought and izuku decides to pop the question.

“i would really like it if you became mine” he whispers, one his hand finds its way to you cheek again, caressing it. the smile on your face becomes bigger, looking at those emerald eyes that swirl in nothing but pure love and adoration.

“i would love that” you give your answer, which he was probably waiting for, quite long time. the second the words leave your lips, he stands up and twirls you two around, making both of you laugh. he sets you down on the ground and kisses you again, this time with more passion. “let’s go back inside, mina’s and ochaco’s eyes will pop if they stare out on the windows any longer” you snicker.

izuku takes a hold of your hand and you walk next to each other, both of you still trying to process everything that just happened. when you woke up, you did not expect tonight turn out this way. you look down at your fingers being laced with his, and trying not blush at the fact how his fingers were twice the size of yours.

when you two arrive back at the common room, everyone is pretending like they are doing something but when they see your hands, the girls crowd around you, all of them giving you a hug, while the boys shake izuku’s hand. the girls bring you aside, asking you to tell them everything because they did see bits, but didn’t hear anything. you gently squeeze izuku’s hand, silently letting him know that you’re leaving and he squeezed your hand back with a smile.

you’re in the middle of the story, the girls surrounded around you as you all took up a whole couch the farthest one away from the boys, when you feel like you’re being watched again and this time you found who the pair of eyes belong to.

izuku is sitting on the couch, all of the boys around him as well and they are all talking to him but his eyes never leave you. izuku couldn’t even focus on anyone else right now even if he tried, he feels like he’s high on ecstasy. the girl he’s been pining for a year now, wants him as much as he wants her. he’s yearning for real this time, and he know he won’t be able to get enough of her soft lips, gosh he’s thinking about kissing them right now. when he had you in his lap, so close to him, he wishes he could hold you just as close again. the butterflies in his stomach must be rioting because when you look back at him, he knows you feel just like how he does.

and you never felt so safe and loved under a gaze like that before.

(a few days later, izuku’s background on his phone changed from all might to the picture mina took of the two of you)

[callie-the-creator]

bertholdt dating a deaf reader would include...

sfw. warnings: mentions of bullying.

author’s note: this was posted on my wattpad, so there is no need to worry if you see it there. other than that, there is nothing else to add!

• in all honesty, how it was revealed that you were deaf was a little embarrassing. it happened during the first day of the cadet corps when everyone was being debriefed and publicly humiliated in front of each other because commander shadis wanted to ensure every abled person was morphed into a model soldier. it didn't take long for it to be your turn.

— "sorry, sir! i can't hear you!" shadis, at first, thought you were being a smartass and before he could yell at you some more, you added, "i'm deaf!"

— "then why the hell are you here?!"

• from there, you explained that you wanted to not so much fight for humanity by physically driving the titans back but stay back and help formulate strategies and plans.

• fortunately, shadis was merciful enough to let you stay, though it took some convincing. that and once his superiors heard about your case, they were torn but eventually you were allowed to train with the others. 

• alas, you were completely oblivious to some of the bullying happening behind your back...

• you struggle with communication and social skills, such as simply not understanding a joke that everyone else is laughing at. when that is happening, you usually write down on a piece of paper to ask just what is so funny, but they usually brush you off by either ignoring you, saying "oh, it's nothing", or something of that nature.

• the first few months were hell on earth for you. if anything, you preferred the physical training over anything because that meant you wouldn't have to worry about trying to communicate with any of the other cadets since the same can't be said about sparring or the wasteland excursion training (an exercise where the cadets are split into two groups and make a round trip through the wasteland. they leave the training base at the same time on separate routes, retrieve an object at the checkpoint, and return to base. they exercise aims to test their vigilance in tedious, low-risk situations).

• in terms of bullying, you experienced quite a variety of things. being ostracized, taken advantage of when it came to sparring or other team activities since everyone knew you were at a disadvantage, or people trying to talk to you but you didn't know what they were talking about.

— "can she seriously not hear a thing?"

— "what a weirdo."

— "hey, y/n, can you even speak?"

• bertholdt didn't like how differently everyone was treating you just because you have a disability, it reminded him all too much of his father and the prejudice eldians face from marleyans. so, when he's finally had enough, he steps forward and tells everyone to cut it out. from there, he becomes friends with you and follows you everywhere to help you in any way he can.

— of course, this didn't blow well over with annie or reiner because bertholdt is sympathetic toward the enemy but it's not like they could stop him.

• it's from there where bertholdt did things like open the door for you, carry your things, intentionally pick you to be his partner in sparring so no one else would be rude toward you, try his best to translate things if someone was trying to talk to you (by writing down on a piece of paper).

• obviously, it didn't take long for you to develop feelings for him and the same can be said for bertholdt! ☺️

— he thought you were so sweet and precious...you needed to be protected and although he wasn't the best option for this, he still wanted to do his best to make you feel safe.

• so...within a few weeks, you two started going out! bertholdt couldn't care less about the stares he got— he was used to them— but if you ever pointed it out, he would make up excuses to make it seem like the judgmental glares were aimed toward him and not you. it wasn't like he wasn't used to it already and the last thing he wanted was to see you unhappy.

• a few years went by and close to graduation, shadis gathered everyone to tell them that the government had been working on a way to communicate with the hearing-impaired. sign language. shadis said it would be easier to talk to you that way. many people were against learning it because they thought of it as a waste of their time, saying that they had enough issues learning the specifics of titan killing.

— all in all, the only people that were willing to learn— aside from you— were christa, mikasa, bertholdt, armin, and connie & sasha (even though they can be a bunch of numbskulls at times).

• bertholdt spent many nights trying to perfect his sign language. it sort of pissed off some of the other guys in the cabin because of just how late he would stay up! he can't remember how many times he's accidentally pulled an all-nighter and only knew when he heard the bell for muster.

• when he signed to you the first time during supper, he was so nervous, afraid that he might offend you if he messed up any of the signs but was relieved and proud of himself when you understood him and offered to teach him some more which he gleefully agreed to.

• bertholdt likes that you two have this language that not everyone in the cadet corps can understand, that way he can be cute with you without the other boys knowing and making fun of him for it

[byhees]

ship dynamics.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 1100 genre fluff varying au warnings not proof-read flirting — more

a/n. blank

comfort | heeseung

talker and listener.

rants. even ones that ping to your head as seemingly ridiculous.

buying albums and pulling the same photocard not once, not twice, but thrice in a row? he’d just listen whilst suppressing a grin, elbow propped on the table, chin resting on the palm of his hand.

just read up on the latest celebrity gossip? he’d just listen whilst packing up his wardrobe, mumbling little responses when you talk about the interesting portions.

wanting to talk about your embarrassing childhood phases? he’d just listen whilst smiling from ear-to-ear, regularly reacting to your personal rambles.

would respond to rhetorical questions with small nods and quiet hums.

heeseung would willingly stay up till the wee hours of the following day, just to lend you a listening ear— even if they revolved around silly happenings of the day.

he’d be clearing a spot on the bed, already seated patiently (and eagerly) to hear your passionate raves.

“and she was just telling me about her weirdest food combination— honestly, i’ve never heard anything more horrendous!”

euphoria | jongseong

one who says a lot of weird jokes and the other who finds them all funny.

“i sold my vacuum the other day; all it was doing was collecting dust.”

and you’d take a second or two to process it, before stifling a little chuckle, which would escalate to uncontrollable laughter.

there was something comforting about hearing an awful joke after a long day— just a moment to spare a giggle and to forget about all the agitating moments of the day.

would crack similar jokes when you two go out with friends; just imagine a table filled with awkward silence, and a wheezing you by the side.

at times you have a halfhearted ponder about whether it was jay’s wide and proud grin that made you giggle, or if it was the joke itself.

butterflies | jaeyun

one who is flirty and the other who is usually confident but gets swayed by these flirts.

no, because he’d INTENTIONALLY do little things that would get magical butterflies soaring about in your stomach, the tips of your ears flushed in a shade akin to a tomato.

you’d normally carry yourself with poise, but the moment jake does something remotely heart-throbbing, you’re crumbling in your spot.

those little pecks that he’d plant on your face, you mirroring the small smile on his face.

those little hand-holds under the table, his fingers gently intertwined with yours.

all causes of your internal explosion.

but he loves to test his luck by doing things such as cornering you into a wall, whilst lovingly staring down into your pair of eyes, whispering,

“there isn’t a word in the dictionary that can explain your type of beauty.”

oblivion | sunghoon

the oblivious and the obvious.

sunghoon had his feelings all figured out; he definitely, very truthfully, loved you.

but knowing, or rather not quite knowing you, he didn’t know how you’d react to being straightforwardly confessed to under a wide-branched tree.

so, he resorted to leaving small hints— though in retrospect, they weren’t subtle whatsoever.

“be mine.”

“… is that a line from the book you’ve been reading?”

and he thought that you, of all people, would know that he doesn’t read.

he’d shrug it off with a simple response of “yeah, obviously”, whilst mentally blowing up on the inside.

him going in for a kiss, but when you two accidentally bump heads, he can’t stop laughing at the insanity of the situation, whilst you’re just confused because you genuinely had no clue.

or he’d go in to touch your face, but you’d wind up freaking out, shrieking a response akin to,

“WHAT???? IS THERE A BUG??? WAIT GET IT OFF!!?!”

him leaning back in his seat, with a,

“yeah im soooooo bored this weekend. when you are free. you know. i have NOTHING to do. oh what ever will i entertain myself with!!! WHOOeverrr should i entertain myself with.”

and you simply don’t get it at all.

altruism | seonwoo

the class topper and the student who fails every subject.

sunoo would be the human equivalent of an encyclopaedia; he’d be so insanely knowledgeable that you’d barely be able to comprehend it.

perhaps that was the reason why you’d pester him for help, even over the simplest of things; and he’d occasionally spare more glances over at your direction, visibly fed up with the little comments whizzing beside his ear.

but he’d eventually help out, abandoning his own piece of work to thoroughly explain each sentence to you.

weekly tutoring sessions at the lunch table by the school garden because sunoo’s just really sweet.

he’d be so patient and gentle about teaching you, even going so far as to sacrifice his time, so you’d feel the motivation to repay his kindness,

“i’m so going to ace the next assessment, promise.”

familiarity | jungwon

the one who gets lost nearly everyday and the one who helps them every time.

despite living around the area for a considerably long time, you still manage to find ways to get yourself lost;

you’re planning to go to a newly opened park, and somehow manage to walk in the opposite direction? jungwon’s already face-timing you with an alternative solution of picking you up himself.

you’re taking the public bus to a library, but doze off mid-journey, thus finding yourself stood at an unfamiliar bus stop? jungwon’s texting you detailed directions as to where you should go next, a panicked keyboard smash following that if you don’t immediately reply.

being worried of your safety, he’d reschedule his entire week’s worth of classes, hangouts and reminders, just to offer his company during your travels.

“okay, it should be just round the corner…”

he’d whisper to himself whilst holding your hand as a gesture to guide you.

jovial | riki

the chaos magnet and the chaos instigator.

riki’s loud loud. and you’re not.

so.. you’d be resting your head on your assigned table in the early mornings, and he’d sit on an empty seat beside you, chirping the most ridiculous of things.

“oh and for your information, i did have a 30-minute-long conversation with my pet.”

“… what…?”

you would occasionally wonder to yourself why he had chosen to annoy you, out of all people, every available moment of the day… but to admit, you did find enjoyment in his presence throughout the tiring week.

he would mindlessly do questionable things, like starting a conversation with his seat partner and fire-spitting his words at the speed of light, mid-sentence.

or by walking down the stairs as though he’d be wearing ski boots.

taglist open! @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @syrxiee2 @g4m3girl @minhosify @haechansbbg networks! @kflixnet

[impishjesters]

Jax-in-a-box

warning(s): mentioned spicy jokes/comments note(s): (In response to the request) We don't have Jack in the box around here so I actually had to google it, thought it sounded familiar lol A/N: This idea was so cute and I had so much fun writing it. It is sort of implied the reader is attached to said box, but not how. But now I am imagining them hopping around like the Pixar lamp so that’s hilarious. If you want more hc's of the reader detached from the box feel free to send in another request~ request: I'm requesting a Jax x reader (crushing and actual relationship stage if possible) where they are kinda Jack in the box theme (no not like the restaurant mascot, I was telling my friend about this idea/request and she thought I was talking about him 😭) So the reader is the tallest of the group and has long hair, similar to the rope-likeness to Ragatha’s hair and they also have very stretchy arms and can do a bunch of things with them (wrap one of them completely around a person, can reach the top of the tent etc.) The reader also likes to stay in their box most of the time since it's dark and peaceful but isn't like antisocial, likes to hang out with the others and does light hearted pranks on them (Jax included, no one is safe).

Crushing Stage

You aren’t on the same level of jackassery or prankage that Jax is, but you do have a knack for more light-hearted pranks and that’s admirable because he always gets a good laugh out of whoever you prank.

Though that’s not saying much, all of them have been subjected to a jumpscare or two by you, trying to approach you when you are in your box really is unpredictable.

Like did you not hear them or are you intentionally trying to jumpscare someone? (It’s usually the first one, the walls aren’t thick but they can muffle when someone is trying to directly talk to you.)

Actually, the first time you scared Jax it was completely unintentional. Sometimes you sort of just, blend into the scenery when your box is tucked alongside other stuff. You didn’t even know he was there when you popped out and just, scared him.

Fortunately for him, nobody else was around because the sound that left him was priceless. He hates it (affectionately) that you use that to tease him every now and then.

Another time that you startled (read: scared) him was when you were hanging off the ground, he hadn’t been aware you were quite literally hanging around until you dropped down, the box making a comically loud noise in the process. (Which is funny because that time others were around, luckily Jax didn’t scream.)

The more he gets comfortable with you the more he finds himself leaning against your box during group socializing time or even letting you wrap one of your arms around him and yoink him around (usually out of harm’s way, Caine’s games are too much sometimes)

In the fashion that “a boy tugs on a girl’s hair because he likes her”, Jax has very much tugged your hair—it’s long and there’s a lot of it so it doesn’t always get in the box when you close the top. So parts stick out and he’s definitely let that part of his brain act on the “what if I just..yank it?”

Afterward, he just does it because he likes that your attention turns directly on him. It’s never a violent tug or anything, just enough to get your eyes on him.

Dating Stage

Not too much changes when the two of you start dating. There are still pranks but the two of you are closer and whatnot.

However, there is the new addition of more risque jokes/comments, such as the comment about whether cranking the handle on your box does something. (The first joke happens whether those kinds of comments discomfort you or not, though he’ll stop if they do. But if they don’t? Oh boy, expect so many awful jokes.)

At first, he had no opinion, but he kinda likes that you’re taller than him. The only other person is Kinger and he’s usually hunched over.

He finds your stretchy arms to be both useful and entertaining, though seeing them stretch to extreme lengths kinda bugs him out. (which is ironic because he’s a stretchy toy himself)

Along with leaning against your box, now he’s more comfortable actually sitting on it, or rather the ledge of it when it’s open.

He’s definitely sat on it while it was closed before though, you may or may not have accidentally thrown him off. (he’s irritated, but honestly, he should’ve seen that coming)

On occasion when the gang is stuck playing some dumb game that he’s not really paying attention to, he’ll sit on the ledge of your box and mess with your hair. It’s similar to Ragatha’s but longer and it’s a nice time-waster just seeing what he can do with it.

Since you tend to stay in your box more than your actual room, it makes finding you at times a pain. Sometimes Jax gives up, sometimes he asks where someone saw you last, and sometimes he just yells out. The first few times it’s all fun and games but afterward, he just gets irritated, it’s like you move around just to piss him off.

For whatever reason in the beginning he never questioned how exactly you worked, you know, being in a box, or part of a box? Expect plenty of questions and the occasional attempted peek into your box to see if you have legs (maybe a spring?) or not. (he’s not trying to be dirty he’s just intrigued.)

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

🎃 Kinktober 2024: Boiling Point

Boiling Point: Ordered to deliver a letter to the man you loath the most in the entire Blue, you are grudgingly convinced to do so on the promise of wine. The following encounter is anything but simple.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Mihawk x AFAB!Reader

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: ~7.1k

"I refuse," you state in an unusual act of defiance, glaring at Garp for daring to give you such an order. You are standing in front of his desk as Bogard lurks behind him, giving the Vice Admiral a death glare at the mere suggestion that you are to see a letter to Dracule Mihawk, in person.

"Oh, he's really gotten you riled up this time, lass. What'd he do this time?” Garp inquires, not surprised by your immediate rebuke of the order.

You clench your fists, trying to steady your voice. "He’s insufferable, that’s what. Every interaction is a test of my lingering patience and I find that I wish I could wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle him."

Garp chuckles, leaning back in his chair. You and Mihawk have been butting heads since the moment you began working together. Like a cat and a hawk. Both predators unwilling to back down. "Mihawk does have a knack for getting under people's skin. But orders are orders."

You cross your arms and dig your heels in. "No, Vice Admiral. Send someone else. Anyone else."

Garp's grin widens, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "You know, I never pegged you for a quitter."

"I'm not quitting," you retort. "I'm just... reallocating my talents. I'm very good at my job, you know that."

Bogard shifts behind Garp, his expression still unreadable but you sense a flicker of amusement. The tension in the room crackles like a storm about to break.

Garp leans forward, his tone softening slightly. "Listen, Y/N, I know Mihawk's a pain, but you're the best we’ve got at handling him."

"Handling him? More like surviving him," you mutter under your breath.

"Surviving him," Garp repeats with a chuckle. "Exactly. And that's why this task falls to you."

You shake your head stubbornly. "I refuse, he's a shameless flirt that intentionally likes to ruin my day!"

Garp's eyes narrow slightly, though his grin remains. "Flirting? Mihawk? Didn't think he had it in him."

You groan, rubbing your temples. "It's not just flirting, Garp. It's like he's constantly trying to push my buttons, see how far he can go before I snap. It’s like he wants me to stab him!”

Garp leans back in his chair, a deep belly laugh rumbling from him. "You? Worked up over Mihawk's flirting? Now that's rich."

You scowl, crossing your arms tighter. "It's not funny, Garp."

"Oh, but it is," he says, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "You get so riled up. It’s entertaining to see someone finally able to get under your skin."

You glare at him, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "I'm glad my torment is amusing to you, sir."

Garp chuckles again before leaning forward, his expression turning more serious. "Look, Y/N, I understand he's difficult. But you're the best at managing him, even if he does get under your skin."

"I'm not going," you insist.

Garp raises an eyebrow, his grin returning but softer this time. "Did I mention the island Mihawk’s on is renowned for its local winery?"

You pause, narrowing your eyes. "Wine?"

He nods, the mischief back in his eyes. "Some of the finest in the world. I hear they have a selection that could rival any noble’s collection."

You hesitate, the thought of visiting such a place softening your resolve just a little. The allure of good wine and perhaps some time away from the usual chaos of Marine life does sound tempting.

"Think about it," Garp continues. "A chance to see something new, maybe enjoy a bit of luxury out of uniform. And you get to deliver that letter personally."

You chew on your bottom lip, weighing your options. The idea of good wine, civilian clothes, and a change of scenery tugs at.

"You’re using bribery now?" you mutter.

Garp shrugs nonchalantly. "Call it what you will, Commander. But it’s still an order." He leans back again, folding his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.

You sigh heavily, knowing he’s got you cornered. “Fine,” you say reluctantly. “I’ll go.”

Garp's grin widens triumphantly. "Good lass! And who knows? Maybe you'll find that Mihawk isn't all bad when he's got some fine wine in him."

You growl under your breath, snatching the letter from Garp’s desk with more force than necessary. The paper crinkles slightly in your grip, a small testament to your frustration. You turn on your heel and stomp toward the door, your boots striking the wooden floor with each angry step.

“Now don’t forget to pack some civilian clothes!” Garp calls after you, his voice laced with amusement. “Mihawk might appreciate seeing you out of that stiff uniform for once.”

You clench your jaw, refusing to dignify his comment with a response. You can hear his chuckles fading behind you as you make your way down the narrow hallway. Each step feels like a small rebellion against the absurdity of the situation.

As you reach the stairs leading below deck, Garp’s voice echoes once more. “And bring back some of that wine! I hear it pairs well with a good laugh.”

Your fists tighten around the letter, this time bending the edges. You mutter a string of curses under your breath, imagining all the ways you could make Mihawk pay for this unwelcome task.

Navigating the cramped quarters of the ship, you finally reach your cabin and slam the door shut behind you. The small space feels even more confining now, filled with an almost palpable sense of irritation. You toss the letter onto your desk and drop into the chair with a huff.

Staring at the letter for a moment, you let out a long sigh. The World Government’s seal glares up at you, a stark reminder of your duty despite personal grievances. Grabbing your quill and some parchment, you jot down a quick note about your impending departure and leave it on top of the stack of paperwork for someone else to handle in your absence.

With a final breath, you start packing civilian clothes, tossing in comfortable pants and shirts.

Then you hesitate, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of a dress hidden in the corner of your wardrobe. It’s a deep burgundy, simple yet elegant, with delicate embroidery along the hem. The color of the finest of red wines. You can’t remember the last time you wore something like this—something that wasn’t Marine-issued.

What the hell, you think, grabbing it and laying it gently in the trunk. If you're going to be stuck dealing with Mihawk, you might as well enjoy some of the local luxury Garp mentioned. You add another dress, a dark blue one with a flowing skirt, and corresponding heels for both outfits. The heels click softly as they settle into place next to the dresses.

As you pack, your mind drifts to Mihawk's voice over the den den mushi, that infuriatingly smooth tone that always seems to get under your skin. You wonder if he’ll have any snide comments about your civilian attire. Most likely, the man lives to aggravate you!

You shake off the thought and finish packing quickly, adding a few more essentials—a light jacket for cooler evenings, some basic toiletries, and a small pouch of personal items that make life on the ship more bearable.

Closing the trunk with a firm snap, you take one last look around your cabin. The stack of paperwork looms ominously on your desk, but it’s someone else’s problem now. You grab the letter from Garp and tuck it securely into an inner pocket of your coat.

With everything packed and ready, you take a deep breath and head back above deck. The salty sea breeze greets you as you step out into the sunlight, squinting against the glare bouncing off the water.

Garp is nowhere in sight, but Bogard gives you a nod as you pass by him on your way to the gangplank. He doesn't say anything; he never does unless necessary. But his presence is a silent reassurance that not everyone on this ship is out to drive you mad.

The island comes into view, a picturesque paradise with lush greenery and rolling vineyards stretching out as far as the eye can see. You step off the ship, the warm sun kissing your skin and a gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of grapes. It’s almost enough to make you forget why you’re here. Almost.

You make your way through the bustling port town, weaving between market stalls brimming with fresh produce and local crafts. The townspeople are friendly, offering warm smiles and cheerful greetings that only serve to deepen your frustration. How dare this place be so perfect when you’re here on business!

You arrive at the winery’s hotel, an elegant building nestled amidst the vineyards. The stone facade is covered in ivy, and colorful flowers bloom in window boxes, creating an inviting atmosphere that almost makes you wilt inside with longing for a moment of peace.

Stepping into the cool interior of the hotel lobby, you approach the front desk. The receptionist looks up with a polite smile. “Welcome to our winery’s hotel! Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes,” you reply, trying to keep your tone neutral despite your irritation. “It should be under Y/N, arranged by Vice Admiral Garp of the Marine's.”

The receptionist’s eyes light up with recognition. “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Commander.” She hands you a key with a delicate grapevine motif. “Your room is ready. We hope you enjoy your stay.”

You nod curtly and head toward the stairs, lugging your trunk behind you. The room is on the second floor, overlooking the sprawling vineyards. You unlock the door and step inside, taking in the cozy yet elegant decor—plush furnishings, soft lighting, and large windows that offer a breathtaking view of the island.

Dropping your trunk by the bed, you sit down and let out a sigh. Despite your bitter thoughts, you can’t help but feel a bit of your tension ease away in this tranquil setting.

You rise from the bed and walk over to the window to gaze out at the rows of grapevines swaying gently in the breeze. For a moment, you allow yourself to forget about Mihawk and your assignment, simply soaking in the beauty of this place.

Maybe, you think reluctantly, this won’t be so bad after all.

You slap your hand over your forehead and shake your head.

"No, no, Mihawk is sulking somewhere around here just waiting to ruin my day. Don't you dare relax until you hand over that blasted letter. Don't even change before you do so!"

You leave your hotel room, the crisp lines of your Marine uniform a stark contrast to the relaxed elegance of the hotel. The letter from Garp feels heavy in your inner pocket, a constant reminder of the task at hand. The soft murmur of guests enjoying their stay echoes through the hallways as you make your way down the stairs.

Outside, the late afternoon sun casts long shadows over the vineyard, and you can hear the distant hum of activity from the winery. Your boots crunch against the gravel path as you head towards a secluded area you spotted earlier—a terrace overlooking the vineyards, where you hope to find Mihawk.

As you approach, you see him. Dracule Mihawk lounges with an air of effortless grace, a glass of deep red wine cradled in his hand. He sits at a small wrought-iron table, his piercing eyes flicking up to meet yours as soon as you step onto the terrace.

“Well, well,” Mihawk drawls, taking a slow sip of his wine. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”

You stand there for a moment, taking in his relaxed posture and the way he seems completely at ease in this picturesque setting. The frustration that has been simmering within you threatens to boil over.

“Here to deliver another missive from our dear Vice Admiral?” he continues, one eyebrow arched in that infuriatingly smug way of his.

“Yes,” you say curtly, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the crumpled letter. You stride over and place it on the table in front of him, resisting the urge to slam it down.

Mihawk glances at the crumbled letter but makes no move to pick it up. Instead, he swirls his wine glass thoughtfully, watching the liquid catch the light.

You let out a noise in your throat, a mix between a growl and a sigh, and turn on your heel to leave. The frustration bubbling within you needs an outlet, and walking away seems the only viable option. Mihawk's chuckle follows you, low and amused, grating on your nerves.

"Leaving so soon? And here I thought you might join me for a drink," he calls after you, his voice dripping with mock sincerity.

You don't bother turning back. Your hand shoots up, middle finger raised in a universal gesture of defiance. His laughter grows louder, more genuine this time, as if he truly finds your anger entertaining.

"Always a pleasure, Y/N," he adds, the words floating through the air like an unwanted melody.

Your boots crunch against the gravel path as you stalk your way back to the hotel, each step punctuating your irritation. The warm sun that once felt inviting now seems oppressive, bearing down on you as if mocking your failed attempt to keep your composure.

Inside the cool interior of the hotel lobby, you head straight for your room. The door closes behind you with a satisfying click, shutting out the world and Mihawk’s infuriating presence. You lean against it for a moment, eyes closed, trying to regain your composure.

How does he always manage to get under my skin? You take a deep breath and push away from the door. The letter is delivered; your duty is done. Now all that's left is to endure this stay and hopefully find some small moments of peace amidst the chaos that Mihawk seems determined to bring into your life.

You move to the window again, staring out at the vineyards without really seeing them. The serene beauty of the landscape does little to soothe your frayed nerves. Instead, thoughts of Mihawk's smug expression and his irritatingly smooth voice swirl in your mind.

With another sigh, you decide that maybe some of that local wine Garp mentioned wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. It might not solve anything, but at least it could take the edge off. But first, you were getting out of this uniform.

You sit on a private and secluded patio in the vineyard, the warm evening sunset casting a golden glow over everything. The deep burgundy dress you chose flows around you, contrasting beautifully with the greenery and the grapes. You sip from a glass of wine, savoring the rich flavors that dance on your tongue. The taste is exquisite, a perfect blend of fruit and oak, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the experience.

The vineyard stretches out before you, rows of grapevines swaying gently in the breeze. It’s peaceful here, far removed from the chaos of Marine life and the constant annoyance that is Mihawk. You lean back in your chair, closing your eyes and letting the tranquility wash over you.

A soft clink of glass on wood pulls you from your reverie. You open your eyes to see another wine glass placed on the table beside yours. Your heart sinks as you realize who it belongs to even before looking up.

“Mihawk,” you mutter, barely keeping the annoyance out of your voice.

“Y/N,” he replies smoothly, taking a seat across from you. He lifts his own glass to his lips, eyes never leaving yours.

You bristle at his presence, every muscle in your body tensing up. “What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying the same fine wine and scenery as you, it seems,” he says with a smirk.

You take another sip of your wine, trying to ignore him and failing miserably. His presence is like a thorn in your side—impossible to ignore and just as irritating.

“This was supposed to be a moment of peace,” you say through gritted teeth.

Mihawk raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his hawk-like eyes. “And I’m disturbing that peace?”

“Always,” you snap back. "This is a private tasting."

Mihawk's eyes travel over you, ignoring your words and taking in the sight of you in the burgundy dress. The appreciation in his gaze is palpable, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks.

“Out of uniform, you almost look approachable,” he teases, his voice low and smooth. He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

You take another sip of wine, trying to hide the effect his words have on you. “Don’t get used to it. This is a one-time thing.”

Mihawk chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Pity. It suits you.”

You can feel the tension between you and him growing with each passing moment, a heat that’s almost unbearable. You shift slightly in your seat, trying to focus on anything but the way Mihawk’s gaze seems to burn into you.

“Why are you really here?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous territory.

He swirls his wine glass, eyes still fixed on you. “Perhaps I wanted to see if the wine was as intoxicating as they say. Or perhaps I was curious about how well my presence could rattle you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but the heat in your body betrays your irritation. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” Mihawk says, leaning forward slightly, “you haven’t walked away.”

Your breath catches at the closeness between you. The table feels like an insignificant barrier against the magnetic pull drawing you together. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

“Maybe I’m just too tired to argue,” you retort weakly.

Mihawk smirks, sensing your inner turmoil. He reaches across the table and brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. Your skin tingles where his fingers grazed.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

The air between you feels charged, every glance and touch magnified by the tension simmering just below the surface. You find yourself leaning slightly closer without even realizing it, drawn in by an invisible force that seems impossible to resist.

Mihawk’s eyes darken with something unspoken as he watches you. His hand rests on the table now, fingers drumming lightly against the wood. The silence stretches out, heavy with possibilities and unspoken desires.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you break the silence with a shaky breath. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

“No,” Mihawk agrees softly, his gaze intense and unwavering. “But it does make things... interesting. You’re far more intriguing than any assignment I’ve ever been given.”

Your breath catches in your throat. The words, simple as they are, send a jolt through your body. You want to dismiss them, laugh them off as another one of his games, but the sincerity in his eyes roots you to the spot.

“You think flattery will get you anywhere?” you manage to say, though your voice wavers.

“Who said anything about flattery?” Mihawk's lips curl into a knowing smile. “I’m merely stating a fact.”

You swallow hard, feeling the tension coil tighter within you. Every fiber of your being screams at you to stand up and walk away, but your body betrays you by leaning in closer. His scent—woodsy with a hint of sea breeze—fills your senses, making it hard to think clearly.

Mihawk's hand moves closer to yours until his fingers brush against your skin. The touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine. “You could stay,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. “We could share more than just this wine.”

The implication in his words sends a flood of heat through you. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest as you meet his gaze, finding it impossible to look away. You can see the challenge in his eyes, daring you to deny what’s simmering between you. Stop it Y/N!

You jerk to your feet, the chair scraping loudly against the stone patio. Flustered, words fail you. You aim to stride past Mihawk, desperate to escape the suffocating tension.

His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist with surprising gentleness yet unyielding strength. In one swift motion, he twirls you around, pulling you down so that you end up straddling his lap. Your heart races as your free hand instinctively land on his shoulders for balance.

“Let go,” you demand, your voice breathless and shaky.

Mihawk’s eyes lock onto yours, intense and unwavering. “Why? Afraid of what you might feel?”

The proximity is intoxicating. His scent—woodsy and tinged with sea salt—overwhelms your senses. His hand releases your wrist to rest lightly on your hips, fingers tracing idle patterns that send shivers up your spine.

“This isn’t—” you start to protest, but the words die in your throat as he leans in closer.

“Isn’t what?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “Right? Or something else?”

You want to push him away, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. But the heat of his body against yours and the magnetic pull of his gaze keep you rooted in place.

“I hate you,” you whisper, though even to your own ears it sounds unconvincing.

Mihawk’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Hate is a strong word for something so…complicated.”

His hands tighten slightly on your hips, preventing any escape. You are such a flighty thing at times. You feel every inch of him beneath you, a stark reminder of just how thin the line between enemies and something more can be.

Your pulse races, the proximity between you and Mihawk making it hard to think clearly. His hands burn through the thin fabric of your dress, his eyes searching yours for something you’re not sure you’re ready to give.

“Mihawk,” you say, your voice trembling but resolute. “We don’t like each other. We’re enemies.”

He chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through you. “Are we? Or is that just what we tell ourselves?”

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can form a response, Mihawk’s lips crash against yours with a fierce intensity. The kiss is demanding, filled with all the frustration and tension that’s been building between you. You feel his hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer as if he’s afraid you might slip away.

For a moment, you’re frozen, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. But then something within you snaps, and you find yourself kissing him back with equal fervor. Your hands move from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer as if to erase any distance between you.

The kiss is a battle of wills, neither of you willing to yield. It’s messy and desperate, a clash of tongues and teeth that leaves you both breathless. You can taste the wine on his lips, mingling with something uniquely Mihawk that makes your head spin.

Mihawk's lips repeatedly pushes against yours with a fierce intensity, his kisses demanding and filled with all the frustration and tension that's been building between you. You feel his hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer as if he's afraid you might slip away. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring and claiming territory, each movement sending shivers down your spine.

Your mind spins, the whirlwind of emotions and sensations almost too much to bear. His hands slide along your body, tracing the curves through the thin fabric of your dress. Every touch feels electric, igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with each passing second. You respond in kind, your fingers tugging at his hair, pulling him even closer.

Mihawk stands abruptly, lifting you effortlessly as if you weigh nothing at all. The sudden movement makes your heart skip a beat, but his hold is steady and sure. He clears the table with a sweep of his arm, the sound of empty wine glasses clattering to the ground and breaking barely registering in your hazy mind.

He sets you down on the table, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat of his body pressed against yours. His hands roam freely now, exploring every inch of you with an urgency that leaves you breathless. His mouth never leaves yours, kissing you deeply and hungrily as if trying to consume every part of you.

You arch against him, the sensations overwhelming. His hands find their way beneath your dress, fingers dancing along your thighs before moving higher. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure through you, making it hard to think or breathe.

The vineyard narrows down to just the two of you, lost in a sea of desire and need. The only sounds are your ragged breaths and the occasional clink of glass as something else falls from the table. Your senses are filled with him—his taste, his scent, the feel of his skin against yours.

Mihawk's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You tilt your head back, giving him better access as he continues his exploration. His hands grip your hips firmly as he presses closer, his body a solid wall of heat against yours.

You can feel every muscle in his body tensed with restraint, every movement controlled yet brimming with barely contained desire. It’s intoxicating and maddening all at once. He was so cruelly built.

And just when you think you can't take any more, Mihawk pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. The intensity in his gaze steals what little breath you have left.

“Mihawk, this is a bad idea,” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of desire and apprehension.

He smirks, his eyes dark and filled with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. “On the contrary,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. “This is a magnificent idea.”

One of his hands slides beneath the skirt of your dress, pushing it up your thigh with a deliberate slowness that makes your heart race. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, each touch igniting a fire within you that’s impossible to ignore. You gasp as his hand continues its journey, exploring with a confidence that leaves you breathless.

“Magnificent?” you challenge, trying to regain some semblance of control. “Or reckless?”

Mihawk chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “Why not both?”

His hand moves higher, slipping beneath the fabric and finding the heat between your legs. You arch against him involuntarily, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers brush against you. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re insufferable,” you gasp out, trying to cling to some semblance of defiance.

“And yet,” he replies smoothly, his fingers teasingly close but not quite where you need them most, “you can’t seem to get enough of me.”

You bite back a retort as his fingers finally find their mark, stroking your intimate flesh with an expertise that leaves you trembling. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, your body responding to his touch in ways that leave you breathless and wanting more.

“Mihawk,” you breathe out his name like a plea, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s both possessive and tender. “Say it again,” he demands softly.

You comply without hesitation, the word spilling from your lips in a mixture of need and surrender. “Mihawk.” His name is like the finest of wines on your tongue as your head drops back your eye lashes flutters. Your breaths come in short, sharp gasps, the sound mingling with the distant crash of waves against the shore.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice low and husky. You jerk in place and lock eyes with him, the hawk-like intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster. "I want to watch you fall apart."

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. Of course he wanted to see you crumble beneath him! His fingers slide inside you with aching ease, filling you completely and making you cry out in ecstasy. The sensation of his hand between your legs is almost too much to handle. You move against him instinctively, your hips matching the rhythm of his fingers as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"You're soaked," he murmurs appreciatively, his voice filled with dark amusement. "And all for me."

"Shut up," you gasp out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a proper retort. His fingers continue their relentless assault, stroking and thrusting with an intensity that leaves you trembling on the brink of release.

You can feel your orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure about to crash over you. Mihawk's fingers move faster, his thumb circling your clit with expert precision. The sensation is overwhelming, and with a final, shuddering cry, you fall apart beneath him.

You cling to him as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, your body shaking violently with the force of it. His fingers don't stop moving until the last of the tremors have subsided, leaving you panting and spent beneath him.

You’re still riding the high of your release when you reach up and snatch Mihawk's hat from his head, tossing it carelessly aside. A thrill runs through you at the sight of him, his usually stoic face now flushed with desire. With a determined grip, you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him roughly towards you. Your lips meet his in a fierce, demanding kiss, a clear display of the hunger still simmering beneath the surface.

Mihawk groans low in his throat as he yields to your dominance, his tongue meeting yours in a duel as intense as any sword fight. His hands hungrily roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a sense of reverence that sends shivers of delight down your spine.

As your kiss deepens, Mihawk fumbles with the fastenings of his pants, freeing his erect cock with a desperation that betrays his usually unflappable arogant demeanor. With a swift motion, Mihawk pulls you towards him, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. You gasp as he thrusts against you, his cock running through your folds, slick with your arousal. The sensation is exquisite, a tantalizing promise of what's to come.

Mihawk's hands grip your hips with bruising pressure as he begins to move, his cock sliding against you with an intoxicating rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body, the friction building to an almost unbearable intensity. You can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, your body responding to his with a passion that leaves you breathless.

Mihawk's lips leave yours, trailing a path of fire down your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him better access as he continues his exploration. His teeth graze your skin, leaving behind a trail of bites and sucking bruises that mark you as his. The sensation of his mouth on your exposed cleavage is overwhelming, each deep, claiming mark sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your cunt.

You can feel Mihawk's cock finally pressing against your entrance, insistent and demanding, as he further ruts his hips against you. The anticipation is palpable, the air charged with a heady mix of desire and raw animalistic lust. His gaze meets yours, a burning fire blazing within this eyes.

"Do it," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me if you're so inclined."

With one swift motion, he thrusts forward, filling you completely. The sensation of his cock stretching and claiming your body sends a jolt of electricity through you, making you cry out in ecstasy. He doesn't waste any time, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves you gasping for breath. His thrusts are deep and powerful, each one driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Mihawk leans down, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting and claiming with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His hands roam over your body with possessive intent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he holds you in place.

You feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your exposed cleavage, each sharp nip sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through your veins. He sucks hard on the tender flesh, leaving behind a constellation of deep and colorful marks that proudly proclaim you as his.

"Mihawk!" you cry out, your voice echoing off the stone walls of the patio. Your body arches against him as you meet each of his powerful thrusts with equal fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your ragged breaths and Mihawk's low, guttural groans.

As your pleasure builds to an almost unbearable crescendo, your cunt clenches tightly around his cock. The sensation is too much for Mihawk to handle. With a snarl, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your breast, the sharp pain only heightening the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.

The feeling of his teeth on your skin, coupled with the relentless pounding of his cock, sends you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. You cling to Mihawk as the waves of pleasure wash over you, your nails raking down his back as you ride out the storm.

Mihawk continues to thrust into you, his movements growing erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsating as he finds his own release. You can feel the hot rush of his seed filling you up, the sensation making you shudder with aftershocks of pleasure.

He collapses on top of you, both of you panting and slick with sweat. His bare chest is warm pressing down onto your heaving breasts. You can feel his heart pounding in rhythm with yours, the sound a testament to the intensity of what just transpired between you.

As your breathing begins to slow and your heart rate returns to normal, Mihawk lifts his head to gaze down at you. His eyes, dark with lust and something deeper, search yours for a long, silent moment.

"You're mine," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Say it."

“I am not!” you retort, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. The words hang in the air between you, a clear rejection of his possessive claim.

Mihawk’s eyes narrow, the smug satisfaction replaced by a flicker of surprise. He studies you for a moment, his gaze tracing the flush of your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the glint of determination in your eyes. Your cunt slits flutters and clenches around his cock.

A slow smile spreads across his face, the surprise giving way to amusement. “Is that so?” he asks, his tone teasing as his hands come to rest on your hips.

You nod, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest. “I belong to no one, Mihawk. Not even you.”

His grip on your hips tightens, his thumbs stroking circles on your skin. “We’ll see about that,” he murmurs, the promise in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond, Mihawk flips you onto your stomach, his cock sliding from your body with ease before you find your pinned to the table. A gasp of outrage emerges from your lips and Mihawk's mouth trail along the sensitive skin beneath your ear before nipping.

You feel the head of Mihawk's cock nudging against your entrance once more, a tantalizing promise of what's to come. His hand comes down on the small of your back, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, filling you with one swift motion. The sensation of being stretched and claimed by him all over again makes your nails rake against the table beneath you.

“Fuck,” you sob, your fingernails digging harder, painfully, into the table.

His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Deny it all you want, but your body doesn't lie," Mihawk taunts, his cock thrusting deep inside you with a punishing rhythm. "Every time I fill you, you clench around me like a vice. You're dripping for me, Commander."

You clench your teeth, your fingers scrabbling against the polished surface of the table as you try to push back, to regain some semblance of control. But Mihawk is relentless, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force, pushing you down, as he drives into you again and again.

"No," you gasp out, the word barely a whisper. "This... this doesn't mean anything."

Mihawk chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through you. "Your body says otherwise," he retorts, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, despite your determination to resist.

You can feel your resolve crumbling with each deep, claiming stroke. Your traitorous body responds to his touch, your cunt clenching around his cock as he fucks you harder, faster, deeper. The sound of your ragged breaths fills the air, mingling with the wet slap of skin on skin and the low, guttural growls that escape Mihawk's throat.

"You're mine," he asserts, his voice laced with raw, undeniable need. "Every part of you belongs to me."

"Damn you, Mihawk," you hiss, your fingers clawing at the table as you struggle to hold onto your defiance. But your body betrays you, your back arching to meet his thrusts, your cunt growing slicker with each passing moment.

Mihawk's hand snakes around your hip, his fingers finding your clit with unerring accuracy. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, each touch sending jolts of electricity shooting through you. Your orgasm builds within you, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep away all your resistance.

"Say it," Mihawk demands, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. "Say you're mine."

You shake your head, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Never," you grind out, even as your cunt clenches tightly around his cock.

Mihawk's only response is to fuck you harder, his fingers working your clit with ruthless precision.

Mihawk's low, taunting voice fills your ears as he leans over you, his cock buried deep inside your cunt, thrust after thrust. "Look at how perfectly you clench around me," he murmurs, his hips grinding against your ass with each word. "Your body sings for me, craves my touch, my cock.”

You try to deny it, to push back against the waves of pleasure that threaten to drown you. "I... I don't..." But your words are cut off by a gasp as Mihawk's fingers push against your clit once more, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

"Don't lie to yourself, Commander," he chides, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Your body doesn't lie. It knows who it belongs to." His cock thrusts deep inside you, the friction igniting a fire that spreads through your veins like wildfire.

Your fingers turn to claws, the wood cool beneath your heated skin. "No," you manage to gasp out, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing. "I won't give in to you."

Mihawk's only response is a low chuckle that makes your cunt ripple and clench. "We'll see about that," he growls, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. Each thrust sends you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort of holding back the tide of pleasure that threatens to consume you.

"You're mine," Mihawk asserts, his voice harsh against your ear. "Every moan, every gasp, every shiver... they all belong to me." His hand comes down on your ass, the sharp sting of pain only heightening the pleasure that courses through you.

You can feel your resolve crumbling, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch. Your cunt clenches around his cock, your orgasm building within you like a storm on the horizon. "Mihawk, please," you beg, the words torn from your lips as you reach the point of no return.

"Say it," he demands, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Say you're mine."

But you refuse, your body shaking with the effort of denying him. "No,” you hiss, even as your cunt clenches tightly around his cock, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave.

Mihawk's only response is to fuck you harder, his fingers working your clit with ruthless precision as he drives you through the storm of your pleasure. Your screams echo off the stone walls, your body convulsing beneath him as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from you.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to subside, Mihawk pulls out of you, his cock glistening with your arousal and his seed. He flips you onto your back, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes down at your dazed face. "You can deny it all you want," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the flush of your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. "But we both know the truth."

You lie there, panting and spent, your body still trembling from the force of your release. Mihawk's words hang in the air between you, a stark reminder of the power he holds over you. But despite everything, you can't bring yourself to say the words he wants to hear.

Mihawk smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This isn't over," he promises, his voice low and husky. "Not by a long shot."

And with that, he reaches for you once more, his hands roaming over your body with possessive intent. You know you should resist, should push him away and reassert your independence. But as his fingers slip between your legs, all thoughts of resistance flee your mind and your eyes roll back.

Because despite your best efforts, you can't deny the truth. You are his, body and soul... and the thought fills you with desire and hatred. Fuck.

Date Published: 10/24/24

Last Edit: 10/24/24

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