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msfantasy-anime · 3 months ago

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A Visit from Father

Monkey D. Luffy x Wife!Reader

Summary: Y/n’s father Mihawk has visited to check in on his daughter.

A/n: I wasn’t ever going to give Y/n parents in this AU. But someone sent a DM requesting to Mihawk to be the father and on good terms, so here we are hehe. You mother is whoever you want to picture.

Part IX

Where the hell is everyone?! One minute you were all walking down the street. The next minute everyone walked off on their own without saying anything.

Whilst you begin to wonder the back streets yourself, you came across someone you expected the least.

“Dad?!” You shout with pure excitement, jumping into the arms of Dracule Mihawk, who is suddenly standing right before you in a random back alley. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“Saw your wanted poster.” Mihawk answers, holding up the newest edition. “Came to check in on you.” He answers, his demeanour remaining void of emotion, but the corner of his lips twitch ever so slightly at his daughter. “I just wanted to check in on you...“

“Huh? What about it?” You grumble, unable to resist making a sour face.

“You know, I never wanted this life for you.” Your heart plunges, unable and uninterested to be lectured by your father. It’s rare to cross paths and you just want to enjoy him being there whilst you can until he rushes off like he always does.

“Ugh, are you serious right now? Let’s not talk about it let’s just go and-”

“Listen.” Mihawk says, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to listen. Your eyes darting away, unwilling to have a heart to heart with your father who you haven’t seen in a long time, next to some garbage. “After the Marines took your mother from us, simply because she was my lover, made me realise that you could never live a normal life with my name attached.”

“Yeah I know. You made the hard decision to leave me to be raised by others and your sacrifice was all for nothing because I went and became a pirate anyway- well I’m sorry to disappoint you-“

“Stop. You do not disappoint me.” Mihawk said sternly, his fingers digging into your shoulders and gives you a slight shake as if shaking you would bring you back to your senses. “You would never disappoint me. But since you now have a bounty, I see no reason to hide you from the world anymore.”

Your heart begins racing at your father’s words. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I want you to come live with me, I can teach you, spend time with you, take you on adventures.” He offers. “And I want the world to know you are my daughter. There’s no reason to hide you anymore.”

You missed out on being with him in your early years and now is your chance to spend time with him. But…

“It’s a dream come true dad… but…” Mihawk had some suspicions before, but he’s certain now.

“My offer doesn’t expire my girl.” He says, pulling you into a hug. “When you are finished with your adventures, the front door will always be open, ready to welcome you home.” Your eyes welled up but you swallow back your emotions, too embarrassed to cry.

Mihawk holds your face one last time before turning to leave. “Dad, before you go, I just wanted to thank you for leaving me in the east blue all that time ago.” Mihawk pauses, his eyes widening, his back remaining turned to you. “I could not have imagined what life would’ve been like without Sabo, Ace and of course … my husband, Luffy.”

“Your mother would be so proud of the woman you grew up to be.” Mihawk smiles at your bittersweet fair well. “Take care of my girl for me Strawhat.”

“Will do.” Luffy answers making you jolt from your spot.

“Ah! Seriously?! How long have you been standing there?!” You screech making Luffy cackle.

“Still afraidy cat huh?” He teases but quickly shuts up when he sees your serious face.

“I’ve just been thinking.”

“Yeah?”

“My dad won’t hide me from the rest of the world anymore, which means I’ll be known as Dracule Y/n.”

“Yeah and?” Luffy asks, picking his nose.

“I know I shouldn’t care but I do! You’re my damn husband and I want people to stop questioning it! Take me to the courthouse so we can hurry up and make this official already!”

“Huh?! We already talked about this damnit! We don’t need papers! We already had the wedding and everything!” Luffy protests but you stomp off on a mission.

“I don’t care! We are doing it again!”

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cinnamoonblue · 2 months ago

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The 'Nice Lady'

ONE SHOT (REQUEST) - Portgas D Ace/Reader (female)

REQUEST: I am not sure if you take requests but if you do, can you do a small fluff of ace introducing y/n as his wife in alabasta to the strawhats!

WARNINGS: english is not my first language, explicit language, use of pet names, Ace is a little touchy but you don't mind, stealing, fighting marines

WORD COUNT: 3,7K

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NOTE: This request was so fun to write so I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did ♡ I know that it took me a month to post it and that is why the end is kind of rushed, for which I'm sorry, but I hope you guys understand that things take time and that writing is just a hobby for me ♡ Thank you for all the support ♡ Feel free to like, comment and reblog as it helps reaching more people ♡ Enjoy♡

Arabasta – the hottest island and country you have ever been on. Sand and endless kilometers of desert between each city are everywhere. Right now, you are in Alubarna, an ancient city and the capital of Arabasta. The city architecture is manly domed buildings and towers, with ruins from the past all over the outside parts of it, making it very exotic and attractive for people from other islands to visit and explore, though now it is mostly local people around as the country has suffered a big lack of water so the drought that has taken over the country is life treating, except for the capital.

Looking for an escape from the burning hot sun in the busy market streets in Alubarna, you have found yourself in a small clothes shop, trying on different and typical for the country dresses or two-piece sets. Taking look at the mirror and twisting your body left and right you will lie to yourself if you say that you haven’t fallen in love with the current two piece set you are wearing. It is a beautify long white skirt with golden belt on top of the waistline with small Caribbean blue stones attach to it. Your chest is covered by a white top – white see-through long sleaves and a bra part, covered in white and golden sequins with a beautiful crafted Caribbean blue stone in the middle of it, you have never felt prettier in a pair of clothes as you feel now. Looking at the mirror you feel like a princess of the desert.

“You are definitely coming home with me.” You murmur with a smile to yourself as you check yourself out one last time. “How much are you by the way?” Tapping with your hands trying to find the price tag your eyes widen once you have found it. “A thousand and five hundred berries! Are they crazy?” Shaking your head in disbelief you take the price tag in your hands and tear it away from the skirt. “Not like I was planning to pay for it anyway.” You whisper with a smile as you gather your own clothes in the small green zebra print bag you have carried with yourself. Stepping out of the changing room you look around carefully before going to the cash register.

“Oh, I see you have liked the set, m’lady.” The middle-aged man, the owner of the shop you guess, says as he sees you approaching him.

“Yes, I did – in fact I plan to buy more, but you see...” Your gesture to him to get closer to you like you don’t want the rest of the customers to hear what you are about to say. “I’m very pretensions and I was wondering - do you by any chance have something that it hasn’t been displayed yet?” You flutter your lashes at him. “The price doesn’t matter.” You give a little wink as you see him falling for your little act.

The middle aged, slightly round and bald man’s eyes spark with happiness as he hears this – you are his favourite type of client. He tells you to give him a second and that he will be back in just a second and the moment he leaves the cash register you don’t waste any time and run out of the shop. After a moment you hear a scream, a yell, something among the lines “Catch the bugler!”, but it is too late now as you have already escaped and blend yourself with the crowd in the market.

Walking along the streets you start to look around for your husband. He has to be somewhere near by, you just hope he hasn’t wandered somewhere far away, as sometimes he has the habit to does so.

“Buy this apple and you will be able to live up to thousand years.” You hear a merchant offer his scammed goods to someone.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in living thousand years. I just need to live today." You hear the person responds, and a sly smirk appears on your lips. Fixing your posture and lifting your chin up a bit, you start walking around the market a bit more confident. It doesn’t take long before you hear a voice behind you. “Who in their right mind has let you wander around all by yourself?”

Biting on your inner cheek, trying to stop yourself from smiling, you answer. “My husband.”

“Ah, what a fool is your husband. Letting a gem like you all alone.” The person walking behind dramatically says. “What if someone steals you?”

“I doubt someone would dare.” You shrug with one shoulder as you make a turn, walking into a small dead-end alley, away from preying eyes.

“Hm, how so?” The man behind you smirks as he has followed you and now stands even close to you.

“Because my husband always finds me.” You smile as you turn around to face the man standing behind you and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a burning, full of passion kiss.

“You look beautiful baby.” Ace says as he pulls away from you and checks you all without any remorse. “Damn, I really need to stop letting wander by yourself, because someone might steal you from me for real.” He pulls you close to him as he runs his hands around your bare waist, feeling your soft skin under his fingers.

“I can say the same for you Portgas.” You giggle as you place your fingers on his broad muscular chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingers. He is always so warm, even without the burning sun, Ace is like a walking one, but you don’t mind it, you never had and never will. After all you have gotten a personal heating blanket in the face of your husband for the rest of your life, how can you complain? “Are you hungry my love?”

“Always.” He slowly nods and licks his lower lip, not being able to tear his eyes from the curves of your body in this two-piece set. He usually can’t take his eyes of you no matter what you are wearing, or not wearing, but this piece of clothing is doing something to him.

“I meant food Ace.” You softly sigh as you place two fingers under his chin and lift it up so he can look at your eyes. “Eyes here boy. So, are you hungry?”

“Always.” He says as he pulls you close to him once again and kisses the top of your head before you get on your way to dish and dash somewhere.

You are both sitting at the bar in the first restaurant you have found. While Ace is already on his third plate you are still on your first, taking your time savouring the taste of the tipical local dish you have ordered for yourself, enjoying the new flavours that you are trying for a first time ever, while your husband just appreciates the fact that the food is good.

“Have you got any leads so far?” You ask your raven-haired husband.

“No.” He answers with frowned brows. “But I’m sure I have something on Lu-” Hearing a loud splash noise from the plate of your husband, you jump on the side as you don’t need to look to see that it is in fact him having a narcolepsy attack midway lunch.

“Thanks God, he didn’t eat something with sauce on it.” You breathe out relieved, after checking your outfit to see it has gotten a spot or something from the food. People in the restaurant gather around your worried, but you told them not to worry as you got this. Pulling Ace up, you clean his face with a napkin as this has become like a second nature to you now, as he slowly starts to wake up.

“Sorry, baby. Please don’t tell me I ruined your clothes.” He gives you an apologetic look as he checks you out to make sure he hasn’t splashed any food on you. You shake your head with a smile and before you get the chance to respond to him - he is gone. Your husband is literally gone, as he has been swept away with a force straight through some walls and now instead of him, a guy identically looking like your husband, stands next to you.

“Ha, now this is interesting turn of events.” You chuckle as you observe the boy with the straw hat standing next to you. “Running away from trouble Luffy?” You ask like you have known him for years, even though this is the first time ever you see your husband’s little brother, whom you only know from stories and his bounty poster.

“Yes, this annoying Smoker doesn’t leave me alone.” He answers to you without even questioning how you even know him or what is he running from. “Hey, are you eating all this by yourself?” He looks back and forth between you and the three extra plates left with food from your husband.

“Eat them if you are hungry.” You smile and hand one of the plates to the young reckless pirate and his eyes widen from happiness as he takes the plate and devours it in seconds. “You can take the rest as well.” You say standing up as you make your way to where your husband has been sent flying to make sure that he is okay, you know he is, but you are sure he would like to know that it was his little brother who caused all that.

“Thank you, nice lady.” Luffy screams after you with full mouth.

You just giggle as you make your way through the broken walls. “Damn, this was quite the impact.” Murmuring under your breath you finally reach your husband, who is getting up from the ground and doesn’t look very happy with what have happened. “Are you okay, Ace?” Your sweet voice catches up his attention and he just nod. Opening his mouth to say something he is getting interrupt by a yell from Smoker, who you haven’t even noticed until now, but he is long gone before any of you can react as he goes to chase after Luffy once again.

“Straw-hat?” Ace looks at you with excitement.

“Yes, I forgot to mention that the person behind this mess in no other than your little brother, so I think you might want to jump in the chase.” With a little twist of your body to the side you gesture to your husband to go run after his brother.

“You know where to meet me princess.” Ace says as he gives you a quick peck on the lips and runs after his brother.

“Huh? That’s weird. Why am I the only one here?” Luffy wonders as he finds himself in a dead alley sitting on a water barrel, with neither his crew nor brother around. Speaking of his brother, he still can’t believe he has reunited with him after not seeing each other for who knows how long. “Where did everyone go?”

“Sheesh! I guess my letting you escape was pretty pointless.” Luffy hears the too familiar voice sarcastically says somewhere close to him. Looking around and then finally up, Luffy sees his older brother standing there with a big smile.

“Yo, Ace!” Luffy jumps on his feet as his brother lands on the ground.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Luffy.” Observing now his grown little brother, Ace can’t feel anything else but be proud of him and of the man his is becoming.

“You too, Ace.” Both grip on each others’ hands is a strong lock over the barrel. “How long has it been?”

“Good question, but Luffy, it looks like you still go on your own pace, just like you did when you were kid.” Ace smirks mischievously as he can feel his brother putting force in trying to get Ace’s hand down and claim himself a winner.

“You too, Ace. I was surprised you ate a Devil Fruit, but besides that you’re the same.” Luffy says with a big grin.

“Oh, ye?” Ace laughs out loud as he hasn’t expected to hear this. He has definitely changed a lot since they last saw each other.

“Like when you would sneak into the fields and eat a hundred watermelons and then spit the seeds like your mouth is a gun and run?” Luffy blurs out fast as Ace has taken upper hand in their hand fight.

“This wasn’t me. It was you.”

“And then you got big bumps right here.”

“That was you again. I just watched and laughed.” Ace says as he is close to take the hand of his little brother down, but the barrel with water under them breaks due to their strength and their hands stay in the air locked in a firm handshake.

“I guess we’re both the same.” Luffy’s big smile spread across his face as him and Ace unlock hands and go for a high-five. “This brings back memories.”

Walking around town the two brothers are having small talks and catching up to each other, yet Ace still hasn’t mentioned the fact that he has married the girl of his dreams recently as he wants to do this when you are standing next to him. You have turned his life upside down in the best way possible and having you in it makes it finally worth living.

“Say, what kind of crew you have?” Ace is curious to know with what people his little brother has surrounded himself and Luffy wastes no time telling him about his crew – a swordsman, a navigator, a cook, a lair and the latest addition a reindeer. “That’s quite the variety you’ve got there.”

“We also have a princess and a duck now.” Luffy excitedly exclaims. “They’re all so interesting.”

“I’m sure you are the most interesting of them all.” Ace chuckles. “Still, a handful of people for a pirate crew... That’s just like you.” He smirks looking at Luffy.

“And I want a musician, too.”

You are waiting patiently by the Striker. It has been some time now, but you are sure that Ace is just catching up with his little brother. As you are sitting and waiting, finally, you see you husbands silhouette approaching you. You get up on your feet and smile at him once he stands in front of you.

“How was it?” You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You have to meet him officially.” Ace tells you with a big smile. “He is already on his ship so we can make a quick visit. After all I need to check his crew personally, what if they are not good enough for him?”

“Ay, ay commander.” You laugh out.

You and Ace gather your things quickly in the Striker and get to the open sea fast. As you are approaching the Going Merry you notice that there are quite lot of marines.

“I will take care of them.” Ace winks at you and you playfully roll your eyes. He just wants to show off to his little brother and crew, but you won’t deny that you enjoy the show yourself. It doesn’t take long for your husband to take down the three marines ships after all he is Fire Fist Ace, what else is there to be said?

Landing on the railing of the Going Merry, Ace is met with an awe by the entire crew. While they are having their little interaction you have reached the ship with the Striker and quietly made your way up to your husband who sensed you the moment you stopped your little boat.

“Hey, Luffy.” Ace awkwardly says with a big grin spread across his lips. “There is someone I would like you to meet.” He scratches the back of his neck as he is not sure exactly how to announce to his brother that he is a married man now. “You see I-”

“Hey, what are you doing here, nice lady?” Luffy asks confused as he is the first one to notice you standing next to Ace on the railing, and now him, his crew and your husband all look at you confused. A sea of questions start being thrown at you from how you managed to get on the ship to who you are, until one particular question takes everyone out by surprise.

“Nice lady? Why does he call you this?” Ace looks at you in confusion.

“Oh, we met in the restaurant where he sent you flying.” You explain with a smile and Ace’s eyes shit to Luffy who nods his head in confirmation.

“She let me eat for free.” Luffy adds and now it all makes sense to Ace why he calls you the ‘nice lady’. “How you two know each other?”

Looking at you, with all the love and admiration in the world, Ace can’t stop the smile which spreads across his face as he says, “This is my wife.” You return the smile as you two step down of the railing into the deck and interlace your fingers. “Luffy and crew, this is my wife (Y/N).” Ace introduces you to everyone and they are all in awe, now that the confusion and shock has passed away.

“He is a good big brother.” Chopper, the cute reindeer doctor says, and Usopp the guy with unusual long nose nods in agreement.

“Wish I had one growing up.” Usopp adds to Chopper’s comment.

“And he is a good husband.” Nami the navigator of the ship as she has introduced herself to you exclames as she cluches her chest admiring you and Ace.

“A loving one on top of it.” Vivi, the princess of Arabasta, adds as she wraps her arms around Nami.

“I hope I get blessed with such a beautiful, gorgeous wife myself one day.” Sanji, the cook of the ship cries out, and for a moment you even think that if his eyes can turn into a heart shape they will.

“Simp.” Zoro, the swordsman, makes fun of him, but the blush on his face is not helping as he shyly takes glance at you.

“Wife? Why?” Luffy’s eyes shifts between you and Ace in slight confusion. The whole concept of marriage has been something he has never understood so this is a bit confusing for him.

“What do you mean by why, you idiot?” Sanji screamed at him. “Having a wife as beautiful as (Y/N)-swan must be the closest feeling to heaven.” He cries out again.

You and your husband just laugh at the scene in front of you. His brother is exactly as he has described him, but he is obviously a good kid with good friends along his journey.

“When did you two married?” Vivi looks at you excitedly and Nami follows her with a question.

“How did you two meet?”

“How do you find a woman like her?” The lovesick cook cries out... again.

Before you or Ace can answer any question Luffy interrupts. “Why don’t you stay with us for a bit?” To which you agree.

Two days have past since you have joined the crew and both, you and Ace, are having fun with his brother and friends. The similarities between Ace and Luffy sometimes scare you a bit, due to the fact that you are aware they are not biological brothers by any means, yet they act and look like ones so much.

The night has taken over the desert and you are having fun with the girls, missing the feeling of having female company around you, as the crew you are part of is mostly made of men, which you don’t mind, because not only you have met the love of your life among these men, but also your family.

Everyone has started preparing to go to sleep, while the little adorable reindeer Chopper is having a little banter with Usopp, but Zoro is quick to put an end to it. Meanwhile Ace is observing everyone and everything carefully, enjoying the night, but also lost in his own thoughts.

“Yo, Luffy. Come here.” Ace calls out for his brother and signals to him with a nod to follow him. Stepping aside from everyone and making sure that no one would hear him, Ace looks at Luffy seriously. “I want you to promise me something.”

“What?” Luffy raises one brow a little annoyed with his brother interrupting his fun before bed.

“If something ever happens to me, I-” Ace can’t finish his sentence as he is quickly being interrupt.

“What do you mean if something happens to you? You have promised me that you won’t die.” His brother is quick to remind him the promise Ace has given a long time ago.

“And I won’t.” Ace replies slight harshly as his brother doesn’t even let him finish his sentence. “Now let me finish what I have to say.” He scolds Luffy. “I’m saying – If something happens to me, I want you to promise me to take care of her.” Ace can’t help but look at your direction. “I know she is strong and can handle herself no matter what, but please, promise me that you will look after her if something ever happens.” He returns his attention to his brother.

“I promise Ace. But you also have a promise to keep.”

“And I will.” Ace winks to his little brother as he pats his back, and they return to the rest of the group.

Seeing them coming back you give Ace a smile – a smile for which he is willing to die for but also keep on living for every day, as his days have become better since the day he saw it for a first time ever. Back there he has promised to himself on the spot that he will call you his wife no matter what, and he did keep his promise.

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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 months ago

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𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ where the salesman discovers his wife is a recruiter like him and punishes her for keeping the secret.

warnings_ AGE GAP (not specified), wife!reader, crumbs of frontman x reader, angst, fluff, the worst smut you’ll ever read, piv sex and kinky stuff, blood play, gun play, both are little freaks do not romanticize this irl, NOT PROOFREAD

notes_ 49 people liked my gong yoo playlist, and it’s a bad playlist lmfao

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Looking through the little window of the kitchen, you noticed it was going to be a cloudy day.

Rain was forecasted but the air was kind of warm, either way, you would take the subway. Your hands pour two coffee cups and soon you place them perfectly on the table.

You return to serve the scrambled eggs with sausage you made, very occidental given the circumstances.

Two big hands snake around your hips and you roll your eyes, giggling.

“You shouldn’t spoil me this much, blossom,” your husband says, kissing your cheek and making you feel utterly in love.

“I can and I will, baby” you reply, spinning around, his hands remain on your hips and you step on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss.

He had a grey suit already on. His hair was perfectly combed and his well-mannered composure displaying too.

“I was thinking on something…” your husband says, tracing circles over the fabric of your pajama sweats. “What if?… We have a date?”

“A date? Aren’t our usual hangouts dates, love?” You ask confidently, you can hear him huffing but in a playful way.

“It’s different. We married three years ago…” you nod at him, a silly smile plastered across your face.

“And where are you taking me?” your sultry tone makes him grope your hips harder and it almost makes you gasp.

“That’s a surprise…” your husband says, grabbing the plates with food and walking away. “Fine, dear. Surprise me then…”

As you both eat dinner, you remember your tasks of the day, making you eat slowly.

“I’m staying a couple of extra hours in my office, I have three scheduled meetings with students to counsel” you explain.

“I still believe you’ll be home earlier than me…”

“Well, just in case, I already left chicken breasts marinating and the vegetables are disinfected” Your husband eyes you with curiosity, already thinking why you would take longer. “Just cook the chicken and pour the vegetables in a bowl. I’ll make the salad and drinks if I’m late”

He nods, smiling at you with ease. But his thoughts are running high already.

Soon he is at the door putting on his shiny black shoes while you slip into your low maroon heels.

“See you tonight,” you say, stepping forward and kissing him so passionately that he almost closes the door to throw you on the couch.

“Love you,” you said.

“Love you too” the salesman answered.

…

Your fingers twirl around the red keys you had hanging in your office. The computer was on and the announcement of a zoom call ended was on display. You unlock a drawer with said keys and you grab a cellphone.

It was cold and off. As soon as you turn it on, you stand up to close the door and that’s when it starts vibrating.

“Are you alone?” The deep voice on the other side asks. “All clear…”

“Good” You can tell how imposing his voice is, he was your boss after all. “Have you read the archive of the games of 2020?”

“Yes, sir” you answer confidently.

“Player 456, Seong Gi-hun is trying to find us…” you remembered the morning you put aside your counselor job to read the archives and search most of the profiles of the late players of the squid game of 2020.

“We have located his intern. Get rid of him and the work he has done so far…” you silently sigh at his words. In your hand, the phone vibrates again, alerting you of a new message, probably containing the address of the intern.

“Do you need proof of my job?”

“I trust you enough to complete your task without doubts” he says and it almost made your cheeks burn.

You stay silent, already accepting you would be late for dinner.

“Can you do that for me? Or do you have to get home to your husband?” He is mocking you, you roll your eyes, standing up and ready to leave.

“Don’t push my buttons, Hwang In-ho” and with that, you hang up.

…

The washing machine of the apartment was too quiet. At given times, it almost made you forget you had clothes washing. You stand in front of the machine, your arms crossed and looking at the clothes spinning inside. You could still see the dress shirt of your husband and the tiny droplet of dry blood, slowly turning pink and then dissapearing completely.

The salesman didn’t ask you why you took longer than expected the night before. You has already warned him you could be late. he respected it.

In the morning he woke up hard and you gladly spread your legs for him. You whispered his name in his ear until you couldn’t help but moan loudly. Your husband was always soft but hard. Sometimes you wondered if he had more unveiling under his perfectly neat aura. He once said his job was dangerous, but both of you were getting to know each other and were drunk. What if it wasn’t a joke?

He was a businessman, but ever since you met him, you hadn’t questioned with sincerity what he specifically worked for.

As you see how the blood disappeared from his dressing shirt, you wonder if he was also lying to you.

What if he was cheating? Women could get freaky and draw some blood if things went messy in the sheets.

No. He was head over heels for you.

The salesman picked you and never let you go. He asked for a fruit cake slice and you asked for a crème brûlée at the same time. The girl at the counter asked if you two were a couple and both of you chuckled, pointing out you were strangers.

It made more sense your husband was in some dirty job.

Just like you…

But you did it because you needed extra money to send to your home. Your parents needed a house, new cars, you just couldn’t ask your husband to sustain them as well.

What was his reason?….

You shake your head, realizing you were overthinking and your husband probably was just working at some office. You would keep your lie as long as possible.

And that was it, for a moment…

…

It had been raining all night. The streets were quiet but the sense of tranquility flooded the air. Your heels clicked with every step you gave through the station.

You were slightly far from home, at the Busan station. The frontman wanted you to meet with a recruiter to count how many cards both of you have handed out and how many were left.

It didn’t made a lot of sense but there you were; waiting for a tall man with navy suit and black tie.

You look around, trying to spot said man. Coming down the streets you saw a briefcase.

And nothing prepared you to discover said recruiter was your dear husband.

Your blood pressure lowered, and on the verge of feeling dizzy, you turned after seeing your husband looking around.

Your first thought was to take off your shoes and coat. The grey heels and red coat would easily give you away.

As you do so, you start walking away, feeling extremely uneasy.

Your heels start sounding louder as you start running. You know it will start drawing unwanted attention, possibly your husband’s as well.

He couldn’t see you, he heard some heels and looked for the person wearing them. But he only distinguished the silhouette of a woman.

She looked a lot like you.

The salesman hurried to move across the busy station. Everyone was waiting the arrival of the train. He immediately started wondering if it was actually you. And what were you doing in Busan?

When he tried to reach the woman, she was already out of the station. And the salesman realized he should have paid more attention to your sudden changes. If he didn’t love you as much as he did, he would’ve tracked you down every single day until he was able to unmask the truth.

But your husband loved you. Even when he was insane.

He pulled out his phone and dialed your number.

You grabbed a cab and set the route back home. Your phone ringed and you tried to calm yourself before answering.

“Yes?”

“Are you still at the office?” Your husband asked with feigned innocence.

“No. I made an appointment to get my hair done” he nods, feeling slightly relived for some reason.

“And you?” You suddenly feel insecure. Because you saw him at the station.

“I’m still at the workplace…”

Liar…

“Oh, okay, honey. I’ll see you tonight…” you say, smiling.

But how bad could you feel when you were also lying? You had a hair appointment but it was a couple of blocks away from the apartment.

The salesman sat on the train. He never did so, he always stood straight, ready to walk out. But the odd moment was making him more uneasy than it should.

His phone vibrated, but it wasn’t the phone he used just for you. It was his work phone.

He opened the message and he stared at it in silence.

A picture of you at the station. With the red coat and grey heels he saw you wearing in the morning.

“Tell your wife to send the record of the people she recruited”

The salesman couldn’t hide his surprise.

…

You didn’t consider the way restaurants decorated everything with hearts and too many balloons, making the place look like too much. You loved it.

The place your husband picked was gorgeous. Both of you had nearly finished a bottle of wine, with exquisite plates and a tiramisu to die for.

“I love the way your new haircut looks” your husband admits, making you blush immediately. “Really? Thanks, love”

“Did you get it done before or after going to Busan to recruit players?” he was smiling, not sweetly but cynically.

“What?” he chuckles at your shy question.

“Now, don’t be shy, blossom” You sip at your glass of wine as he hands his credit card to a waitress. “I asked you a question. Answer me…”

You sigh, brushing some hair away from your forehead.

“Because I will gladly reveal to you that I’m also a recruiter….” half of you were relieved but the other was extremely confused. “I was once a pink guard. I knew the thrill of killing my father as he lost a game would get me far”

You gasp, almost covering your mouth.

He had said his father fell ill after the war and eventually perished.

“I love the face of the poor souls that play with me and feel like they’ve won” There’s something about his behavior that alerts you. About an unknown side of your husband. “Then I remind them how fucked up they are, the desperation they carry”

He knows you are analyzing every word and gesture he is doing. He doesn’t mean to scare you. He is testing you.

“I did to help my parents” You can’t look him in the eye, you are shocked. “To help them pay their bills and buy a new home. I wasn’t going to ask you for help with this”

“I would’ve traveled to your hometown and handed them every single dollar in person, y/n,” he says with a cheeky and proud smile. “With every single thing I do, you’re on my mind. Every single person I hand a card to, I hope you’ve never known them. Every single person I kill, I check to walk home neat and clean. All so I don’t have to scare you…”

Your husband was insane.

“And you think I wouldn’t have helped you pay your parent’s bills? Be honest with yourself, my dear wife…” you gulp, you feel like he is drinking your fear. “You accepted the job because you also fill the thrill like me…”

Was he right? You didn’t know yet. But you wouldn’t let him get away with it.

“I have been doing this for two months, you have been in this for years!” you don’t let your broken voice expose you. “Let’s not point anyone here”

The salesman sits there, with his hands under his chin and looking neutrally odd for the situation. However, he had never seen you mad at him before. Just once a couple of months after you started dating. But now, as a marriage, it felt odd, worse.

Your teary eyes make him feel almost wrong. He never wanted to be the reason for your cries.

And yet, he felt a burning rage, because you lied to him.

You turn away, standing up.

“Where are you going?” He asks patiently.

“Home, I’ll see you there…” you say between the tears.

Everything feels so odd. You can’t completely control your emotions at that moment. You just walk some blocks away.

You want to overthink the situation, but you can’t.

All you knew was that it scared you more to admit you were as twisted and evil as your husband than to accept he was actually like that.

Your work phone vibrates and you already know who sent the “See me in room 14, red building” message.

…

You carelessly blow out the smoke of your cigar inside the room. One arm under your breasts and the other holding the cigar between your index and middle finger.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me my husband was also part of this?” You ask looking through the big crystal window. You could see the long line outside of the restaurant you had left half an hour ago.

“Because I didn’t know at the beginning” you huff, smoking again, ignoring the way you could feel his eyes wandering across your figure. “And then I understood my best salesman was married to my best saleswoman”

The moment you stepped inside and the frontman met you sat on a leather couch with his mask on, you prayed you to be home with your sociopathic husband.

“This will prove our ‘till death do us part’…” you attempt to joke, without smiling or trying to sound funny.

In-ho stands up and you feel him stand behind you.

You remain still when his hands land on your hips, it doesn’t feel the same as when your husband does it.

“This is the first time we’ll try to host two games per year. One in the spring and one in the fall…” he says slowly. “I have to go because I’m a busy man, you know that, dear y/n”

“And what is my job?” In-ho smiles, eager to see your face but willing to wait until you finish your cigar.

“You and your husband must soothe the waters so Seong Gi-hun will stop trying to find us…” you sigh, not prepared to start working with your husband.

“Very romantic” you blurt out, stepping on the cigar and then the hands in your hips made you twist around so you could face your boss properly.

“Make me proud, blossom” you almost spitted at him.

Only your husband made it sound normal whenever he gave you a nickname.

“Yes, sir…” But it doesn’t matter, you can’t fight. You would protect your husband at any cost. And defying the frontman meant danger. Why provoke it?

“Good girl,” he says, turning away.

…

It couldn’t be because of money. The salesman was wealthy enough to take care of you in every single aspect. He never told you to quit your job because he knew you loved it and you felt proud for contributing financially with him.

A lover? You didn’t have male friends for starters. Your husband was aware that you were a rare case of contained extroversion due to a lack of friends.

He was crazy enough to deal with you and get so used to end up falling in love.

But yes, he believed you it was because of the money. Your family was so important to you. He never understood, because he never experienced the same love as you.

He took off his blazer, grabbed a bottle of soju sat in the living room, and loosened his black tie.

The clock marked 12:40 pm, you were taking longer than expected.

Then the door opened.

You were drenched in blood.

It didn’t surprise the salesman. He stared at you and you briefly eyed him, then turned to take your keys.

At that point, it didn’t matter anymore. He knew you weren’t as sweet as you appeared. And you knew your husband wasn’t as good as he looked. You had to kill a man for almost exposing part of the organization.

You sighed and walked past your husband.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You hear his deep voice.

He was manspreading on the big couch and looked utterly consumed by his thoughts.

“We’re talking after I take a shower. I won’t do it while I’m drenched in blood…” he chuckles, making you realize he might not be tremendously surprised. He wasn’t even shocked about the blood. He already knew your true nature.

“Come here, darling…” The way he speaks is demanding.

You hesitate but step forward until you end up standing between his legs.

“Take off your clothes, please…” you scoff, chuckling, he doesn’t change his cold expression. “What?”

“Take off your clothes, blossom…”

You lock your eyes with him and do as he says.

It felt like a little competition. But nobody was winning.

Your flesh was exposed. Just like you were brought to earth. Your husband started to look down.

Maroon painting your neck, chest, and legs.

He makes you lay on the fancy carpet of the living room.

The blood is almost dry, but splotches still ruin the light brown carpet in the living room. You feel the deep gaze of your husband, but you only stare at the ceiling, feeling a little bold. You had no problem with showing him that he couldn’t easily scare you.

And then you hear him pulling something out.

A gun…

The cold unleashes some fire in your lower belly as your husband holds a revolver and starts tracing imaginary patterns from your neck, down to the valley of your breasts.

“You have been lying to me…” he pretends to be offended, you suppress a moan when he keeps lowering the gun, inches away from your pelvis. “I thought there were no lies between us…”

“I didn’t know how to tell you” you admit, closing your eyes, trying not to look like you are taking so much pleasure from your husband showing you a hidden side of himself. “And it seems like you didn’t know how to tell me either…”

“No, no, no. You knew my job was dangerous” He pouts, dragging the gun up and down your wet folds. “I just never told you exactly what it was about”

“Who cares? It’s the only secret we’ve kept from each other, let’s work in our commutation and that’s it…”

“I don’t think so, love” he objects, slipping the gun inside you, erupting a moan from you, he smirked. “I’m going to show why good girls shouldn’t lie to their husbands”

He set a restlessly low pace that made you lift your hips, but he pushed them back against the couch.

When you least expect it, you had already gushed around his gun, probably ruining it. He was naked and fucking you in a possessive matting press position.

“Tell me how much you love,” he says in between breaths.

“Fuck- I-, I love you so fucking much” you moan”

He was another man, you were another woman. Suddenly the marriage felt renewed, to the max.

“Say you’re sorry” he demands, fucking you harder, your eyes close in pleasure but you are thinking clearly. “Say you’re sorry too” you fight back, his hips align better and you can’t help but feel your eyes get teary as his tip brushes a special spot. You can’t help it…

“Oh- god- I’m sorry” you admit, little tears sliding down, but your husband is insane so he leans and without slowing down his pace, he licks your tears. “I’m sorry too”

It feels too good, more than usual. You feel your core tightening and your hips trying to meet him impossibly closer.

“Admit it, you are not as innocent as you want to appear” he spats out, his moans leading you closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “You take joy in the chaos of having some power others don’t have…”

Busted.

You know something has changed. Like a superscar freshly appearing in your marriage. And somehow, you don’t feel bad about it anymore.

“Admit and you’ll see why we perfectly fitted like puzzle pieces since the beginning” he urges you.

“I do…” you confess.

The air feels lighter, your stomach tenses, and your back arches.

As you throw back your head and close your eyes, you hear your husband say he loves you again.

His warm cum floods your walls and you feel full. And satisfied…

There’s no turning back. You were bound to recruit people for some deadly games, to track down people and kill them if necessary. All along your husband.

“I knew I was right about you,” he says, pressing his forehead between your breasts.

“You’re the love of my life” you don’t say anything for some minutes, you only stare at the perfect ceilings of the apartment. But you think too much about his touch.

Your husband loved you. He could drain all the blood from a corpse with his hands and make love to you with said hands. He would leave aside his insane nature just to come home and make you happy. And he would accept your also insane nature and love you the same. If not, more…

“You’re the love of my life too” you finally answer, cradling his face and kissing him in the lips.

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Man, I need to start the silent sea to write for another gong yoo character

#the salesman x reader #salesman x reader #recruiter x reader #gong yoo x reader #gong yoo #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year ago

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[Mihawk prefers to keep work and his private life separate. On one rare occasion when these two have to comingle, Mihawk is rather upset at the attention you attract.]

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When Mihawk said "It will be just a moment, my dear", you didn't think the issue would take more than half an hour. Yet here you are, two hours after he had left you in a fussy lounge in the back of Midnight Grove...

...and not a Dracule Mihawk in sight.

You let out an exasperated sigh and take another sip of your mai tai. The band is playing yet another song that sounds vaguely identical to the previous one. Similarly, the mob of other patrons seems to be merging into one, murky background of blurry figures in your eyes. Being used to the peaceful yet refined companionship of Mihawk, the aura of Midnight Grove is beyond unbearable.

Mindlessly playing with a coaster featuring a howling wolf, you don't notice a Marine cadet approaching you.

"I'm afraid I have to arrest you, my lady."

The unexpected and, frankly, unwelcome comment makes you look up from the devilishly fascinating coaster. Your eyes fall on a well-built man with long hair and a smug expression. The glint in his brown eyes makes you tense up in discomfort.

"Excuse me?" you ask him, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

The cadet gives you a bad parody of a flirtatious smile. "You look too beautiful," he purrs out.

You can't help but laugh. Somehow, you're undecided whether his pick-up disgusts or amuses you or maybe both. Perhaps his audacity forced a laugh out of you - the ring on your fourth finger is neither modest nor simple. Considering how the large gem in the golden band shone in the low light of the Midnight Grove, even a blind man could tell from a mile away that you are anything but single.

"Anyone waiting for you at home?" he continues his rather poor attempt at flirting.

With a casual flick of your wrist, you toss the coaster on the table. Feeling both curious and entertained, you decide to play along - for now, at least. "Why are you asking, sailor boy?" you question before taking another sip of your drink. The ice has melted and the diluted drink now tastes mostly of old freezer.

"He must be mighty jealous about you. And considering the gold you're wearing," he makes a point of staring at your cleavage, "a millionaire, too."

"Oh, this?" You look down at the necklace of jewels and pearls. A memory flashes before your eyes, suddenly remembering Mihawk's face, barely visible in candlelight as he clasps the jewellery around your neck, telling you sweet things only men in romance novels tend to say. "Yes, it's a gift from someone. I'm sure you know him," you tell the Marine cadet in a casual tone, already imagining how hilarious his face of terror will be when he realizes whose spouse he's been trying to woo. "Tall, yellow eyes, a rather large sword and...

"Awfully annoyed at your impertinence, boy."

The low, guttural voice laced with withheld anger makes both of you look away. There, standing right behind the cadet, is Mihawk himself. Part of his large physique blocks the scarce lighting, making him look significantly more insidious. In the twilight of the Midnight Grove, with fury burning in his eyes, Mihawk appears closer to a demon than a man.

Although the room is dark, you can clearly see the way the cadet's blood draws from his face and the way his eyes are suddenly bigger than an owl's. He scrambles to his feet, almost falling off his chair. Then, muttering apologies and promises of better behaviour, the young Marine runs off only to disappear in the crowd of Midnight Grove's patrons.

Mihawk's eyes follow the youngling for a moment.

"I should have him strung up and killed," he says more to himself than you.

"Or," you speak up, a playful smile curling your lips, "you could sit down, have a drink with your beautiful wife and gloat about the fact that you're the only man to undress her."

You might just be a witch because the change in his demeanour is instant. There is still something wild in his bright, yellow eyes but it's not bloodthirst or anger anymore. You notice how he glances at the ring and the necklace, admiring his own signs of "ownership". One would think they're big enough to send the message. Alas, some people just refuse to receive it.

"You have me convinced," Mihawk says as he sits down next to you.

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lovemepartly · 1 month ago

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what do you think would be sg characters’ ideal types? or, alternatively, which tropes do you tend to stick for for each character?

squid game characters and their ideal partner + tropes ✩

featuring: hwang in-ho, kang dae-ho, hwang jun-ho, thanos (choi su-bong), recruiter

warnings: mentions of drinking, drugs, age-gap. (if there’s anything else pls lmk!)

a/n: first of all, thank you anon for the request! this is my first time getting a request and you have no idea how excited i was when i saw the question - it was a lot of fun to write. i hope i answered how you were hoping!

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kang dae-ho

• honestly, i don’t think dae-ho has a concrete type - i think when he just gets to know someone well, he’ll easily fall for them.

• if you were super shy, he would enjoy being a homebody with you and just curling up to watch a movie together (he would also order food for you); but if you were outgoing, he would love going on adventures and spending nights out with you. just being next to you in general is enough for him.

• if you’re dating him, it’s also important that you understand his past and why he is the way he is. you have to understand how his relationship with his dad and his time at the marines shaped him.

• some tropes for dae-ho would definitely be friends to lovers - if he got to know you really well as a friend, the chances that he falls in love with you are quite high (also, a childhood friends to lovers trope would work sooo well for him).

• i just generally think the really romantic / sweet tropes work so well for dae-ho, like love at first sight or secret admirer.

thanos (choi su-bong)

• i think thanos would want to date someone famous, probably a model or something. if you’re also a singer, he probably wouldn’t like it if you’re more famous than him. (i’m sorry)

• he definitely wants someone who understands his lifestyle and is okay with him partying and coming home drunk / on drugs. because of this, i feel like he’d probably go for someone who’s equally as outgoing as he is or loves to party / go out as much. (although i will say that the thanos x innocent / shy reader fics are to die for)

• as for tropes, i think a friends with benefits to lovers would suit him so well, especially if a lot of the hook-ups were drunk ones. that’s just so him idk.

• also a fake dating trope would make a lot of sense if the other character was also famous, like a model or singer.

hwang in-ho

• i think in-ho would definitely date someone younger than him, but not by too many years. he’s a very calm and reserved character, so your maturity should match his, if that makes sense.

• if you’re dating him, you have to understand his job and how he got there. you need to be okay with his past: being a player, losing his wife, and working his way up to the top. you also have to understand the dangers that come with his job.

• i think he would definitely want you to rely on him (daddyyyy), it gives him a sense of control and this also just stems from his protective nature. he would insist on covering all your costs and would spoil you like crazy.

• i live for in-ho age gap fics, so when i usually write for him, i definitely consider it a main trope. like i said, i don’t think he would like such a big age gap, but he also just gives such daddy vibes so even better if the other character has daddy issues. :)

• another trope that would fit in-ho so well is enemies to lovers, or even better- an “opposite sides of the war” trope, like if the character is trying to stop the games. (think jun-ho x in-ho or gi-hun x in-ho’s dynamics but with a lover!!)

hwang jun-ho

• i think jun-ho definitely would look for someone who understands his family dynamics - the fact that his father is absent from his life and, although he may not tell you, you can tell he has a complicated relationship with his older brother and doesn’t talk about him often.

• he wants someone who he can go to after a long day at work and be greeted with a home-cooked meal and a soft hug and kiss. you would definitely be his haven.

• i think he’s generally a pretty quiet and reserved person, so you should be okay with that. if he’s upset, he won’t always tell you the reason why and you shouldn’t push him.

• as for tropes, i would say something really similar to dae-ho as they’re both big softies. friends to lovers would work very well with jun-ho.

recruiter

• i actually think the recruiter’s ideal type would be someone shy / innocent, kind of opposite from what in-ho would want. i think he would love corrupting you and showing you the dark side of life. if you two met because he approached you with a game of ddakji, he would definitely enjoy slapping you across the face. (this is so unhealthy omfg but that man is so fine i can’t help it)

• otherwise, i think he would enjoy a relationship where the other character is also a recruiter. because you guys would understand each other’s jobs, this would work really well. plus, the dynamic between two recruiters who both feel equally as powerful would be so interesting.

• i think a rivals to lovers trope works really well with him, if the other character is also a recruiter. like, imagine trying to get better numbers than him at work and you two are always competing, but he slowly begins to feel fond of you.

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mwahgo · 26 days ago

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Helloo!! Can you do Smoker with a pregnancy/breeding kink, he just wants to make reader a pretty mommy :3

Maybe even daddy kink :3

We need more daddy smoker 🫶

GONNA MAKE YOU A PRETTY MAMA

— Smoker x F! Reader (One Piece)

[18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

Summary: After a long day at work, Smoker comes home to his lovely wife and suddenly had the urge to impregnate her.

Word count: 1,678 words

Tags: Breeding kink, dirty talk, reader is in a sundress, domestic, P in V, unprotected sex, very stressed Smoker

Mwahgo's note: Thank you for hitting me with the breeding kink req SDHFHFA. Our love Smoker needs more content🫶

He was stressed.

Piles and piles of papers were stacked on his table as he rubbed his head in frustration. Ever since he got the promotion, his work became more hectic and pirates are going crazy in the seas, especially that straw hat that he has been chasing ever since he stumbled upon in Lougetown. He couldn’t forgive himself for letting go a pirate rookie with already a million bounty, all because a Revolutionary soldier stopped him from doing so. But now, he needed to do more important business, which was getting through this pile of paperwork.

His brown eyes glanced occasionally at the clock in his office—8 more minutes before he gets to clock out and go home to his loving wife. He is already daydreaming what meal will she be cooking at home, just like the proper housewife that she is. He imagines her in that baby blue apron that he brought for her during Valentine’s day because “the print of a baby chick in front looks so cute”, that’s what she said. He imagines her humming a song while she stirs a pot of soup or her hands chopping some vegetables as she smiles blissfully. Thinking about his cute and domestic wife made him cock hard as it stirred in the confined spaces of his pants.

He sighed frustratedly as knock came through the door, “State your business?” Smoker called.

“U-Uh.. Smoker, sir, I came to deliver some paperwork from the higher ups,” A muffled voice stammered.

He rubbed his temple in frustration as he mumbled “Come in” and the door opened. A young marine entered his office with a small stack of paperwork with a cough because of how cramped the smoke is in his office. Smoker pointed at his table as the young marine carefully placed the small stack of papers on to where Smoker pointed. The marine then left him alone as he sighed again for the nth time, looking at the pile before going back to work.

After writing the same words over and over again, it was finally time to leave work and Smoker couldn’t be more happier to leave work. He immediately abandoned his work, grabbed his jacket and left his office. He exited the Marine headquarters and he hopped on his Billower bike to travel back home.

The Billower bike’s engine shuts off as Smoker hopped off the bike as he gazed at their shared home, finally relieved that he gets to come home to his wife. He pushed the door open as he greeted, “I’m home” with a tired voice. The smell of home made soup filled his nose, making his stomach growl as he steps out of his work boots.

“Welcome home, honey” You greeted.

Your melodic voice almost made his knees weak, he has been wanting to hold you, kiss you, feel you up all day but the marines just decided to keep him in his office working on some stupid papers. He walked in the kitchen and found you by the stove, wearing his favorite sundress while cooking up some dinner. Smoker smiled, watching you stir the pot, “You’re home early,” You commented.

He chuckled lowly as he slowly approached you, “Well, there’s less work to do today, I figured I could come home to my lovely wife,” He said, a lie.

You giggled, “Liar. By the wrinkles on your forehead, seems like the Marines have been giving you a hard time,”

He sighed as he reached you, he wraps his big arms around your waist as he nuzzles his nose on your neck, “You don’t have to point that out,” He mumbled.

You only giggled as you grabbed a small spoon and dipped it in the pot, gathering some soup before handing it out to your husband, “Wanna have a taste?” You asked.

He didn’t answered as he leaned down and tasted the soup, the hot, savory flavors runs down his throat and satisfying his hungry needs, “Always tasted so good, my love,” He complimented as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. You giggled in response as you turned the stove off, about to prepare the table for dinner. But she noticed Smoker wasn’t budging from his spot, still holding her.

“Something wrong, honey?” You asked in concern, Smoker wasn’t the very clingy type, he shows his love in subtle ways—only you can feel his love but now, he’s actually unusual.

His calloused hands roamed on your chest, fondling your breasts, “I missed you so much, darling. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck this body,” He whispered in your ear.

Your cheeks blushed on how vulgar he was speaking, “R-Really? You must’ve been so desperate all day,” You giggled as you turned your body to wrap your arms around his neck. Standing on your toes, you kissed his lips as Smoker’s arms tighten around your waist. You moaned around his lips as his hands how roams down to your thighs, “Jump..” He whispered against your lips. You made a little jump as he catches your thighs while you wrap your legs around his torso. He didn’t anything else as he brought you both to the bedroom, fully forgetting about dinner. He pushed the door open with his foot while continue to make out with you—both of your lips swollen from the intense kisses. He pulls away from the kiss as he lays you down the bed, both chuckling on how horny you are like a couple of highschool kids. He strips off his jacket as you bit your lip, you always see Smoker as a hot yet intimidating man, but you think from the intense of each other’s bodies, Smoker looked like he was built for you, for your pleasure. His abs flexing as he moves around and looking at his big biceps, it looks like it can easily crush someone’s skull.

“You’re staring…” Smoker commented.

“It’s because I have a really sexy husband,” You smirked.

Smoker chuckled as he ripped open your dress, making you gasp, your breasts spilling out from your ripped bra, “This is my favorite,” You pouted childishy.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, love, I’ll buy a thousand more if I can get to rip one off you again,” He kissed your lips again as he slipped off your dress and your underwear. Your hands roamed down to his pants before unbuckling the belt, letting his pants fall off. You hands snaked to his hard on through his pants as he groaned against your lips, “You’re testing me, honey,”

“Just fuck me now, Smoker,” You whimpered.

He slipped off your panties, along with his boxers, his cock sprung making you blush. No matter how many times you have sex, his size and girth still intimidates you. He hitched your legs on his shoulders as he teased your cunt with the head of his cock, “Always tell me when it hurts, okay?” He assured.

You nodded before you gasped when he thrusted in his cock, filling in your wet cunt. Both of you moaned in pleasure as you nodded to Smoker, signaling him to start moving. He grunted as his hips thrusted towards your own, his tip hitting your cervix, making you squeal, “Ohh yes! Smoker, you feel so good..!” You moaned.

Your eyes rolled back as he continues protruding his cock inside, Smoker leans down to suck on your pebbled nipples making you overstimulated by the pleasure, “Mhmm.. you’re so warm. I finally get to.. to f-fuck my lovely wife,” He grunted as his pace quickens.

Your hands shoots up to the sheets, gripping it tightly as the headboard thumped against the wall, “Ahhh~! oh my god, honey.. you fuck me so good!” You moaned loudly.

Smoker pulls away from your breasts and buried his face on your neck as he peppered your neck with butterfly kisses, “What if… I give you a baby..?” He mumbled in your ears.

Your eyes widened on his question, you and Smoker never really talk about having kids, maybe it’s because he’s been busy recently and is not interested in the idea of children. You would strike up a small conversation about it then it’ll just be forgotten forever. Now that Smoker had strike up that conversation once more—maybe just out of the adrenaline of pleasure, you would be honored to have a baby with him.

“Yes! yes, please.. p-put a baby in me!” You squeaked as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close.

He chuckled next to your ear as he adjusted his position, pressing closer into you—making his cock dig deeper into you. Your eyes rolled back as he pistoned his cock inside, wet skin slapping echoed in the room, “Fuck, you want me to breed you, love? You want to c-carry my child?” He grunted.

You nodded frantically as you panted heavily, “Yes, please! Gi-Give me your baby! I-I want you so much!” You cried

Smoker chuckled before groaning as his pace quickens, aching so bad to fill you up with his cum, itching to stuff you full until the only thing you can think of is just his cock. With a final thrust, he shoots his cum inside you as it slowly fills you up to the brim—his cum leaking out of your pussy. Your legs shake as you both panted heavily. Smoker slowly lowers your aching legs as he tries to pull out but you stop him, “Keep it inside… We don’t want it spilling out,” You smirked

Smoker chuckled at your antics as you both laid comfortably on your bed—his cock still inside as you cuddled together, “..Are you sure you wanted kids?” You asked with unsurety.

He nodded, “Yeah.. I could imagine coming home from work and I’ll see you in the kitchen, cooking up a meal for me and the kid. They’ll greet me with their annoying screams,” You both laughed.

You sighed in bliss as you cuddled closer to his chest, “I’m excited,” You mumbled, looking forward for the future of your little family.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x reader smut #smoker #smoker x reader #smoker smut #smoker one piece #smoker x reader smut #anime #anime smut

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sanjisleggy · 3 months ago

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a chance at reconciliation (sir crocodile x reader)

req: I was wondering 💭…If you could do something for Crocodile. I was thinking of something along the lines of where the reader is a warlord but she’s also the ex-wife of Crocodile, like they had a fallout and never actually properly talked about it. So maybe they make up somehow and discuss things? I don’t know something like that 😭

a/n: gonna try to be more relaxed and freeform with some requests so they don’t sit too long in my inbox! if you have any feedback on this bullet point/scenario combo type of format (whether you like it/hate it/have any suggestions to improve it) let me know!

contents: a little bit of angst/hurt, some fluff, soft!crocodile

wc. 1.5k

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you initially decline the Marines’ request for you to relocate to Alabasta in order to keep an eye on Crocodile. though you’ve been a Warlord for quite a few years now, you’re still the newest addition to the group so the Marines tend to twist your arm a bit more if they really want you to do something. they don’t do it often but this time they go so far as to threaten to revoke your Warlord status so you begrudgingly give in, knowing they only chose you because you’re legally still his wife

you’d split up before the Eight Warlords was even a thing but since neither of you bothered to legally divorce, you’re technically still his spouse. you’re not sure if the Marines thinks that’ll make you more or less inclined to snitch on him but you don’t really care. at most you’ll go say hi before fucking off to whatever penthouse suite’s available to buy, the nicer the better–Alabasta’s a beautiful country but even you can smell something fishy’s happening behind the scenes and you’d prefer to stay indoors as much as possible

when you arrive at Alabasta you head straight for Rain Dinners, deciding it best to just get the ordeal over with ASAP. although you left on bitter terms, you can’t deny you still harbour some feelings for the man. he was your childhood sweetheart, after all, which is especially why you’re still somewhat bitter over how easily he let you go

Crocodile smells you before he sees you; or, more specifically, the familiar scent of your favourite perfume triggers something deep in his chest before he even realises you’re here. effortlessly keeping his cool in front of the Alabastian businessmen he’s chatting with, he scans the casino and nearly chokes on his cigar when his eyes meet yours.

you look older now but time has been kind to you. you’ve aged so gracefully it’s no wonder he recognises you right away despite having spent so long apart. he’d spent his growing-up years seeing your face almost daily, after all.

you maintain eye contact for a mere second before breaking it and making your way to the end of the bar, hips swaying in a way he just knows will attract attention sooner or later. even after 15 years, you know how to get what you want from him–or is the truth just that you’d gotten him wrapped around your finger a long, long time ago and he simply never let go?

whatever it is, Crocodile excuses himself, much to the visible disappointment of the two young ladies who’d been glued to his sides for hours now, and makes his way over to the bar. he claims the only vacant seat beside you before anyone else can even consider the idea and pulls out a fresh cigar.

“fancy seeing you here, dear.” the term of endearment escapes his lips so easily any onlooker would assume you’re still actively together. it’s very unlike him to slip up in such a juvenile manner but he hides the fact that it was a complete accident extremely well, hoping, fruitlessly, that you wouldn’t comment on it.

“bold of you to call me your ‘dear’, Sir Crocodile.” you take a sip of your drink but not without shooting the handsome bartender a wink first. Crocodile immediately dismisses him and makes a mental note to hire a new one tomorrow.

“that’s a shame,” you lament as you watch the bartender leave his post, “i was planning on having a bit more than just a drink tonight.”

“why’re you here?” he asks pointedly. “surely not for sentimental reasons, especially since you’re a Warlord as well now.”

“i’m surprised you even know that,” you shoot back, the slight sharpness in your voice betraying any attempt to hide the hurt in your chest. you’d long buried it somewhere so far away you thought it was out of reach and yet here you are, feeling the heartbreak claw its way up your throat the moment you see Crocodile in person again. “funny how being apart for so long seems to make it easier for you to keep up with my life.”

it’s a low blow but he can’t deny the truth in what you just said. it was easy for him to neglect your relationship back when he was shooting up the ranks as a pirate, he’d taken your loyalty for granted and only realised his mistake when it was too late.

eventually his name became known all throughout the seas and he was even offered the position of Warlord by the World Government themselves. the power tasted sweet on his tongue–it still does–and yet on some nights he wondered if the price he paid was a bit too high. it’s been many years but even now Crocodile sometimes finds himself turning to his right to ask you for your opinion, only to remember you’d long since detached yourself from him in pursuit of a more fulfilling life.

nothing could have prepared him for your rise to Warlord status, though. Crocodile had always known you were extremely capable, he was simply never aware how huge your ambitions could get.

“i really let you slip away that easily, huh?” he wonders aloud, much to your confusion.

“i’m not entirely sure what to say to that,” you answer honestly. it wasn’t like him to speak so sentimentally and, truth be told, you were expecting a bit more hostility from him during such a sudden reunion. “to answer your question, though,” you continue, keeping your eyes glued to the single ice cube floating in your drink, “the World Government wants me to snitch on you and your little operation.”

without even looking at him, you can pretty much see the way he’s quirking an eyebrow.

“i know all about your little organisation going on here in Alabasta.” you tear your eyes away from your glass and tilt your head up just enough to see his face, only to find he’s already staring right at you. has he been looking at you this entire time? “all your little code names, your agenda, your Millions and Billions.”

to your surprise, Crocodile smirks.

“would i be wrong to assume you were feeling a little sentimental coming up with the name ‘Baroque Works’?” you ask, not breaking eye contact.

“you always loved Vivaldi, my dear,” he answers simply, his smirk softening into a smile. he hadn’t felt his lips move in such a way in a long time, it was always reserved exclusively for you, after all.

“still do.” you look away once more, now hyper aware of the fact that he’s still staring at you.

for a few minutes, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence only interrupted by the goings-on of the casino around you. after taking the final sip of your drink, you opt to play with the glass, running your index finger through the droplets of condensation.

you’re not entirely sure what it is you want to happen anymore. prior to arriving here, you’d been so confident that this would be a quick and easy meeting. you’d say hi and leave; and yet here you are, drawing the affair out as long as you can, it seems.

“are you waiting for me to say something, dear?” Crocodile asks, not even bothering to forgo the pet name at this point. “do you expect me to go down on my knees and beg you to leave my operation alone?” he nearly taunts.

“you and i both know that’s not really my style.”

“a lot can change in fifteen years.”

“a lot can stay the same, too, don’t you think, Mr Zero?”

without warning, he reaches out to brush his fingers through your hair, sending warm tingles down your spine like it always used to do all those years ago. Crocodile trails his hand back up, brushing his fingertips past your neck before settling his large palm against your cheek. unable to help the smile stretching across your face, you let yourself indulge in the warmth of his hand as your eyelids flutter closed.

“what could i have done to make you stay?” he murmurs, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your skin. your own hand rises up to lay over his to keep it in place as you nuzzle into his palm and the Warlord feels a dull ache in his chest.

“you know i just wanted some of your time and attention,” you reply softly, keeping your eyes closed and your face resting in the palm of his hand. Crocodile nods even though he knows you can’t see it.

“and if i were to offer both of those to you now?” he suggests and for the first time in decades he feels anxious.

“you seem as busy as always, if not more, actually.” you hum thoughtfully. “don’t you have important business to attend to?”

“would you believe me if i said i’m much more capable of separating my work from my personal affairs now?” you let out a soft laugh and the sound soothes his nerves almost instantly.

“i could be,” you reply, eyes fluttering back open to meet his own, “with some convincing, that is.”

“very well.”

Crocodile decides to start by bringing your hand to his lips and pressing an uncharacteristically tender kiss to the back of it; and from the way your smile widens, he believes he might just succeed.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month ago

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Can't Have One Without the Other 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.

Note: I asked about husbands and all your hoes said Bucky (with a few Sy’s in the middle). I wasn’t intending on a whole series but I thnk it would be fun to have husband!Bucky turn a bit desperate.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The desolation lingers, even with Bucky's return. You shuffle down the hall to your office and set your bag on your desk. He fills the doorway as he watches you unpack your tablet and place it on its tripod.

"Some homecoming," he growls.

You look up, eyebrows rising, unready for his confrontation. As unprepared as you are for him to be there. You're so used to being alone. He feels like a stranger.

"I'm sorry, Bucky, the issue is due at the editor tonight. And Janine sent me the draft ages ago," you avert your eyes guiltily. "It should be too much longer..."

"She sent it a while ago. Meaning, you're the one who slacked," he sniffs.

You nod and sit, "sorry. I messed up. Again."

You swivel to face the tablet and take the pen off the side. You unlock it and pinch with your fingers to zoom. He clucks and marches off as you struggle not to show your discomfort.

You lean in and focus on the work. It's so natural to you, it's soothing. To know exactly what you're doing. Not like this. Not like living. Not like marriage.

He comes back through the open door and smacks his hand down on the desk. You reel back with the pen in hand as he uncovers your rings, leaving them next to your monitor. You glance at him, "thanks. I... thanks."

Your lips twitch and your cheek ticks. You can't stop moving your mouth. That old nervous habit is back.

"Oh, and these might help," he sets down your glasses next to the rings. "Probably more important to you."

You hesitate and take the rings first. You slip them on and admire the shine. The teardrop is just as sparkling as the day he gave it to you. You reach for your glasses and he catches your hand.

"I didn't want to go," he says. "So I'd appreciate if you stop acting like I abandoned you."

You shake your head and shrug. "I don't think that--"

"I saw the Kelly's bag on the counter," he scoffs. "The soda cup next to the bed..."

"I've been busy. I forgot to tidy up."

"And cook," he challenges.

You wiggle free of him. Because he lets you. He could easily keep you in his grasp. He rescinds his hand and exhales heavily.

"Yep," you put your glasses on and turn back to your tablet, overly aware of how much room your ass takes up in that chair. "I'll cook tonight. I have a steak for you."

He clicks his tongue, "I'm concerned, not a tyrant."

"I know, Buck, alright? I'm sorry, I have a lot going on--"

"You do, yeah. Me too," he crosses his arms. "Like spending a month away from my wife. Getting my head knocked half-off. Sleeping on concrete--"

You drop the pen. You can stay up. You had that coffee, it will help.

"I better marinate that steak, make sure that flavour sticks," you move out from behind the desk. He moves to meet you, blocking you.

"I don't want you to fucking act like some trapped housewife. You haven't even kissed me," he sneers.

Your heart drops. You hadn't even thought of it. You look at his belt. It's as if he plunged that knife there between your ribs.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?" You flutter your fingers nervously. "Oh, I..." your lips slant back and forth.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" He shakes his head.

"Please, I..." you step closer and reach for him, "I'll give you a kiss--"

He stops you by your shoulders and moves you away from him. It's like he's slapped you. He puts you at arms' length. He grits his teeth as his nostrils flare.

"Kiss me because you want to," he shoves you just a little. "I'll order a fucking cheeseburger. Finish your work." He pokes his tongue in his cheek and spins away. "You don't need to let anyone else down."

He stomps out and you stagger, leaning on the desk to steady yourself. What the hell? You tried. You did. Didn't you?

You swallow and blow out a long, dry breath. You close your eyes and gather up what's left of your strength. You sit and stare at the tablet. The pen sits in front of the stand. You should cry. You want to. Your eyes are barren. Nothing.

You grab the pen and roll close. You focus on the line work for the next panel. You have to stop and ease the tremble in your hand. Your frustration mounts as you can't keep the pixels from wobbling.

You hear a soft thump. You sit up and look toward the door. You hear the clatter of something else. More things tossed around. You get up and leave the pen behind.

You step into the open door and listen. He's upstairs. You go up, a step at a time, following the noise with baited breath. He's in the bedroom.

As you peer inside, he's pillaging your top drawer. He grips your vibrator and gnashes his teeth. It crunches in hand before he hurls it away. Your books are on the floor before the bookshelf, your nightstand is on its side. He continues to tear apart your things.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" You near him and touch his arm.

"Looking for evidence," he opens your jewelry box and spins the hooks that hold your necklaces.

"Evidence? Of what?"

"Him."

"Him?" You echo in confusion.

"The other guy."

"Other... Bucky? How can you say that?"

"There has to be someone else," he grabs the jewelry box and flings it with a crash. He turns to face you. "You're icing me out."

"I'm not. Bucky, I-- I--" You can't find a single fucking drop of moisture in your head. It stings for him to accuse you and yet it's all locked inside you. "I waited for you. I've been waiting. And I would never-- How could you even think--" You stammer through your anger and hurt. "You-- I thought you knew me."

"I thought I fucking did too," he snorts.

He sidesteps you and you turn to watch him storm out. You step on a book and hear the spine break. You look down as his footfalls hammer downstairs. You bend and pick up the journal you forgot. The one with all the postcards he used to send you while on missions. You thought it was cute back then how old-fashioned he was. He hated texting, but he sent you these cards he found in local shops. They just feel like reminders of what you've lost. It's gone, isn't it?

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #series #drabble #can't have one without the other #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #winter soldier

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year ago

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HIII WIFI nightly thoughts anon here, I hope you're doing good ! No brainrot this time but I'd very much like to know more about your oc and Arlecchino, like how did they met and ended up married ? Does Marine also work with the Fatui and the House of hearth ?? You can answer in character if you want I'm just so curious and love learning about ocs!!

*giggles and swings legs* you're humoring meeeee thank youuuuu :] gonna answer normally since this it got rambly (also this is full of headcanons just fyi, and this got LONG)

Marine and Arlecchino met at a masquerade ball! i personally think that Furina hosted one for her birthday every year, since it was the perfect dramatic event that she thought an archon would have for their birthday. as Furina's attendant, Marine is required to go (mostly to quell any trouble that might occur), but she usually just stands to the side since she doesn't really love huge social gatherings. Arlecchino was attending a few years back as a representative of the Harbingers (and since she's from Fontaine, she is invited to attend anyways since all citizens of Fontaine are allowed to come) and Marine struck up a conversation since she was curious and standing nearby. both of them dislike social events and started bonding, they both think it's very funny that they both happen to have relatively high standings in their respective government systems :]

a few other things about that specific evening: - Arlecchino ended up finding out Marine's position when Furina called her over for something. Marine made her own educated guess that Arlecchino was a Harbinger due to her voice and her veiled disdain for the event - they both snuck outside after a few hours and met up again to chat. Arlecchino found out that Marine loves rainbow roses for their scent -since they were both wearing masks, Arlecchino asked to see Marine's face. Marine agreed, but only if Arlecchino also took off her own mask. they still laugh about it to this day, since Marine can't see Arlecchino's face to begin with

the next time Arlecchino visited Fontaine, she spotted Marine and tapped her shoulder to ask if she remembered her, and Marine just gasped in delight and went "I could never forget such a beautiful voice!" and things just blossomed from there!

Marine does NOT work with the Fatui! she is Furina's attendant, but the people of Fontaine put a lot of trust in her like they do with Neuvillette, so in a way she's third in the hierarchy of Fontaine's government and as such is sometimes sent to meet with foreign ambassadors and things like that. she does visit the House of the Hearth often once she and Arlecchino become a couple and the children are quick to start calling her "Mother", which she doesn't mind at all (Furina and the Melusine already think of her as a mother figure) and in general she makes the children's lives a little brighter with her presence

also Arlecchino and Marine are the type to not get married for YEARS just because they're so busy and already married in their heads. at the current point of the story (after the Fontaine Archon Quests) they've been together for a bit and won't get married for a few more years. it actually takes some of the children asking Arlecchino when she'll marry Marine for her to actually propose. but they do eventually become wives and are very happy together :] Furina almost screams when she finds out because on one hand her mother figure is getting married yay!!! but on the other hand THAT'S A HARBINGER AND SHE'S SCARY

here's a few more fun facts i think YOU should know!!! - since Marine can't see, she often asks to touch Arlecchino's face to map out her features- also because she can feel Arlecchino's cheeks heat up a little and thinks it's cute - Marine calls Arlecchino either "mon cœur" (my heart) or "Arle", and Arlecchino calls Marine either "ma chérie" (my darling) or "Mari" (forgive me if the french is incorrect) - Marine is taller than Arlecchino if she stands on her toes, but shorter if she doesn't - they become the source of inspiration for a Fontainain fairy tale a few decades in the future called "The Oceanid and the Firebird" - opera :] dates :] - Arlecchino is secretly a little pleased that Marine's skin is artificial because then her nails won't accidentally scratch her - they hold hands SOOOOO MUCH. Marine even takes her gloves off which she rarely does because she's like a ball-jointed doll - Arlecchino had a braille printing machine ordered specifically so she can send Marine letters while she's in Snezhnaya - good lord there is soooooo much quiet yearning when they're apart - Marine is trying to get better at expressing herself since she sort of just calmly smiled through the 500 years and Arlecchino loves seeing her wife get excited about tiny things - they dance in the rain together - definitely a case of opposites attract appearance and aesthetic-wise - Marine opens her eyes a lot more around Arlecchino and she loves it, she adores getting to see Marine's eyes framed by her lashes. in contrast Marine loves Arlecchino's voice and will often ask her to talk about anything - FOREHEAD KISSES - the Melusine have started calling Arlecchino their second father. she can't get them to stop and Marine won't tell her how because she thinks it's hilarious

sorry i just love them so much augh

#genshin talk #genshin oc #wifi's ocs #marine is definitely a 'MY WIFE IS HOME MY WIFE' type person #arlecchino always knocks on the door before she enters even if it's open just to alert marine that she's here #marine also freaking LOVES tea so they have tea parties together a lot #god i love them im hghfngdnm #today has been such a good genshin content day for me #first a ton of arlecchino leaks and then enjou and baizhu white day art #like YES give me my yearly baizhu crumb and also enjou i miss you #i need to kick myself into gear and muster up the courage to draw marine #her fit is sort of similar to navia's but with a longer skirt and covered from neck to toe #lots of pearls and a veil on her hat and a playing card motif #i could talk about my ocs for hoursssss but i'll spare you all from that

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star-sim · 1 year ago

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say it back! ☆ jay park

☆ non-idol! bf! jay x fem! reader ☆ summary: jay thinks you're really cute, especially when you're mad. ☆ genre: fluff!! implied college! au / young adult! au , super domestic and cutesy ☆ warning(s)? nope! ☆ word count: 1.1k ☆ after supermassive blackhole i realized just how many jay stans followed me, so eat up guys 😛

It was a Friday evening. The sun was beginning to set, casting a vibrant peach-orange glow over Jay’s apartment.

With a navy-blue apron hanging loosely from his neck, Jay took in the scent of garlic chives and caramelized onions marinating in the pan. With a spatula, he popped in a lump of gochujang, stirring in the hot, red paste.

If Jay had to be honest, he spent most of his time just touching you, his girlfriend. Not in a sexual way. Any physical touch with you was more than enough. Whether it be cuddling on the couch or you clinging onto him while he did things, the intimacy of having skin-on-skin contact was everything.

On days like this, Jay was the one cooking dinner. Not-so-surprising, you were an absolute mess in the kitchen, so he took on that responsibility. You should be home soon. You had taken up an internship a weeks ago, so you had to stay just a tad later than usual.

As Jay immersed himself in the gorgeous aromas of his craft, he thought of what he should do with you later.

He could watch a movie with you, but knowing you, you would probably be all over him. He never expected you to be the clingy, needy type, doing whatever you could to snuggle up against his warm body. Jay’s lips parted before spreading into a gummy grin. He could imagine your voice:

“Baaabe,” you would whine, plopping yourself in between his legs. You would tangle your arms with his, or maybe you'd place his hands in your hair and make him play with it.

If his eyes were glued to the TV for long enough, you would pout, before peppering soft kisses against his neck. Jay would pretend to ignore you, making you whine again.

“Give me attention,” you would murmur against his ear.

Oh man, Jay felt giddy and warm inside just thinking about it.

What he wouldn’t do just to have you come home already—

The door clicked open.

“I’m home!”

Speak of the devil and you will appear.

Jay heard a few footsteps and a giggle before feeling arms slither around his torso.

“Hi,” you mumbled against his back.

Jay grinned. “Hi, Angel.”

You peeked over his shoulder, taking in the scent of his cooking. “Smells good.”

“Go wash up, baby,” Jay said. “I’m almost done.”

“Okayyy,” you squeezed his waist. You gave Jay a small peck on the cheek. You drawled, “I love youuuu!”

Jay hummed.

He heard you huff.

“I love you,” you repeated.

“Mhm.”

There’s a pulse of silence before you pulled away, leaving him alone.

When you left, he couldn’t help but smile so stupidly.

You were going to drive him crazy.

You were so cute, and adorable, and pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous, and precious, and everything that he loved. He wanted to hold you in his arms forever and kiss you forever and be with you forever and-

How many kids should you and him have? He’d always wanted two boys and a girl, but he wouldn’t mind having more. Later down the line, when you and him got older, he’d buy you a pretty diamond ring— in fact, he’d buy you everything that you’ve ever wanted. And then you and him will get married and buy a house. Would you take his last name? [Name] Park didn’t sound too bad. People would call you Mrs. Park, and instead of calling you by your first name, Jay would refer to you as “my wife,” and—

He was feeling dizzy just thinking about it. Was he getting ahead of himself?

“Are you mad at me?” your voice suddenly said.

Jay jumped. He whipped his head around to see you with your arms crossed and a big, sulky frown.

Were you standing there the whole time?

“B-Babe, I thought you went to the bathroom…”

You shook your head.

“Are you mad at me?” you repeated. Taking a few steps forward, you turned him around, pressing him up against the kitchen counter while holding his hands together.

“Wait, what?” Jay’s brows knitted together. “Baby, where is this coming from?”

“You…” you began, averting your gaze. “You didn’t say it back.”

Jay cocked his head. “Say what back?”

You huffed. “I said I love you, and you didn’t say it back.”

You tilted your head so that he couldn’t see your pouty face, playing with his fingers. You murmured something under your breath, something that he couldn’t quite hear.

Jay stared at you for a few seconds, processing everything. And then, he threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter emitting from his lips. Every time that he would calm down and look at you, your sulky face would make him burst back into his fit of giggles.

“It’s not funny!” you slapped his shoulder, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. When he wouldn’t stop laughing, you turned away, punching him on the arm, “You’re a jerk, Jay.”

At that, Jay immediately stopped laughing.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Jay clasped your hands in his, pulling you close to him so that you were flushed against his chest.

You frowned.

“It's too late to apologize,” you mumbled.

Jay almost chuckled at your grumpiness, but stopped himself before you’d be even more upset with him.

You stayed like that for a few moments: Jay holding you close against the kitchen counter, fingers loosely intertwined.

Finally, Jay poked your cheek.

“Hey!”

“Don’t be mad at me, Angel.”

Your frown deepened.

Jay sighed.

Bringing a large hand up, he gently grabbed your face, bringing it closer.

“What are you-”

Jay began littering chaste kisses all across your face– he started at your cheek, moved up to your forehead, down your nose, to your other cheek, and lastly to your chin, where he teased you by kissing just close enough to your lips. He exaggerated by making loud kissy noises to further rile you up.

“Stoooooppp,” you whined, but made no attempt to resist him.

Jay let out a low chuckle. He cupped your cheeks. He ghosted his lips over yours, reveling in the way that you automatically closed your eyes and wet your lips in anticipation. He contemplated whether or not he should pull away to tease you, but decided against it.

Who was he to deny you?

When your lips met, you let out an excited squeal, squeezing his bicep. When you guys pulled away, Jay breathed against your lips, “I love you.”

“Baby...” you mewled, sliding your hands up his chest to hook around his neck.

“I love you,” he repeated himself, leaning in to give your lips a peck. “I love you so fucking much.”

You giggled softly, your breath brushing against his cheek. “I love you, too.”

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writingoddess1125 · 2 months ago

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My Darling Dove

König x Plus Size FemReader

Soooo Ive had this in my drafts for over a year (Peak Koniq era) and touched it up a bit- There was a part two if anyone wanted that since it has some serious NSFW, I Hope you guys enjoy?

Warnings: Fluff, Bullying, Violence (not on reader), some Angst/Body Insecurities, Start of spice (would be in pt 2)

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His Liebling- Schatz- Perle, Maus.

He could think of a million names for you, but one would always beat the rest.

His wife.

Having met long ago when he was a fresh faced marine and you were a green medic. Both of you awkward and shy, yet fitting together like a puzzle piece. He loved you- and you loved him, more then words could ever hope to express.

He'd gotten home from deployment the evening before, excited to see you and spend some much needed quality time with his darling wife. Washing up as fast as possible, as he knew you hated him jumping in bed still smelling of old blood and sweat.

Rushing in fresh boxers that truthfully were barely on him since hed plan to take them off anyway, he'd caught you at the perfect time it seemed-

Seeing you getting dressed in your nightclothes, as he placed his hands on your waist almost salivating like an animal as his hands immediately went to try at the waistband-

However he saw the scramble of you pull on rather baggy pants, hiding the figure he loved so much- How your flash of almost panic at him seeing you, which threw him off incredibly.

"My Dove? Are you okay?" König whispered softly, noticing your apprehension and shyness much to his confusion.

"I'm fine love just.. maybe not tonight?- I don't feel too great" You said softly, König nodding and moving his hands away from your pants and carefully wrapping around your waist.

"Of course Maus"

König cuddled you that night, spooning you but he noticed immediately you seemed uncomforble and distant. Pulling at your shirt to cover your body more-

He didn't say anything about it, but he knew something was wrong- Very wrong.

Which lead him to his current state. Seated in his office on base thinking deeply- He hadn't even seen you this morning when you changed to go do your shift, normally getting quite some eyefulls of you before you left but not today. You'd gone as far to change in the bathroom before giving him his kiss goodbye.

Maybe it was the sexual frustration of not getting to sleep with you or his now general worry for you, however it was plaguing him and he couldn't focus...

His face twisted in a scowl under his hood as he tapped his fingers on his desk looking at the reports from his last assignment.

Standing up suddenly he walked out of his office, Files in hand as he walked straight to Horangi- Handing the man the files a bit harsher then intended.

Horangi looking to the man almost amused as he could practically smell the stress from the male.

"Problems in paradise I take it?"

König shot a glare- before rubbing his face under his mask with a heavy sigh. Horangi and a fairly decent portion of any higher ranking soldiers and staff knew you were his wife, seeing however wherever he went you went- It had been a fight with those higher then him, however it had been seen as a leash to keep their best in check-

A price König was willing to pay to keep you close.

"No.. She's is acting odd.. almost jumpy" He grumbled, Now the other soilder now seemingly surprised by this-

"I need to check on her- Do these" König said as he pointed to the files and marched out of the building, marching over to the medical quarters he knew you would be in.

Walking in he had seen it was rather busy, a fair amount of new recruits there paired with some frequent flyers. Nothing that didn't surprise him at least, his eyes scanning around silently as he turned the corner to find you.

"It's like watching a hippo-"

König paused mid step, Hearing the voice and slowly moving so he could glance from around said corner to hear who was saying this and at who- always being one to correct such childish behavior no matter what.

"Yeah but at least a hippo has better grace- (Y/N) is like the blob-" The young men cackled.

König was never so greatful for having silent footsteps before- his arms crossed over his vested chest as he watched two young Cadets gawk at you and cackle amongst themselves as they sat on their medical cots clearly just there to avoid duty- their gaze clearly only on you. He saw how you flinched ever so slightly at their words, clearly able to hear their squawking but choosing to continue working.

"Still big girls are desperate- So I bet she's easy if not a chubby little barracks bunny" one of the men cackled- König seeing your shoulders flinch at their words once more and turn away as your hands seemed to go over the medicine needing to be dished out. His body starting to shake as he stood there, rage filling his very soul.

"I'd have peel those pants off those thighs like trying to take a pillow out of a pillow case" They cackled, clearly other staff seeing this but seeing how these Cadets had been rising through their ranks fairly fast- it would be a surprise if they threatened some of the staff by the way the other medics and nurses seemed to avoid them.

"Bet her thighs are like silly putty" This made the two break out in childish giggles.

Konig was beet red at this point- listening to these two disrespect his wife who was trying to work. Knowing damn well you could hear every word these idiots were saying but trying to be polite and not cause a fuss or rock the boat- Most likely for his sake to keep him at his best behavior.

However that went out the window when he saw your cheeks red and bottom lip quiver like tears were about to fall as you march off to a separate room to hand out the medicine in hand.

König felt a hollowness run through him- seeing the way you practically sprinted away.

His kind sweet wife-

The women he cuddled at night, who treated his wounds and he cared for more then life itself-

The sweet woman who ran away almost in tears cause of two unimportant waste of air...

"You think so?"

König growled out, the two Cadets jumping up quickly at hearing his voice and saluting their superior.

"Colonel König-" The two young men squawked out wide eyed at the rage in their commanders eyes.

"So this is what two men on base do? Harass the medics?"

The men looked to each other, seeing a crazed and enraged look in their Colonels eye as he stepped towards them. His hands flexing like just craving to reach for the gun to his hip-

"Harrass MY Wife?-"

He all but snarled, his voice usually light and nasally now so low it rumbled their chest. The men's faces turning white as snow as their eyes widened, fear gripping their hearts. Before they could open their quivering lips to squeak out an apology the large man hands shoot out and grab them by their necks and squeeze- Pathetic squeals of pain leaving the men as they tried to try away from the giants hold and escape.

Every muscle in his arm seemed to flex as he pulled the two close to him to make sure he got to see the very light leave their eyes.

"You DARE sit here, insulting the light of my life? Dishonor her as she saves your miserable little lives.. I'm going to correct that now" He grits out as he squeezes tighter feeling the cracks under his hands and the feeling of their body struggle for air under his grasp.

You had only left the room from a moment when you heard those squeals- Rushing back to see your husband clearly about to kill the two men who had been bullying you as the other medics made sure to stand as far away as possible as König literally had the two lifted off the ground as they squirmed desperate for their lives.

"König!" You call out and rush to your husband, laying both hand on him to try and pry his hands off the two men from strangling them to death, but his calloused hands were like iron and in no way they where coming off from you pulling.

"Darling please-e you'll kill them!"

"...Even now- my Sweet Darling Perle here wishes for me to spare you. The one you wished to insult!" He yelled, you staring at him surprised by him raising his voice as his accent seemed to come even heavier.

You were surprised by how angry König was- especially openly. He was quite the reserved man and rarely truly got angry let alone enough to were he would burst like this- already seeing some other officers coming closer incase they had to take control.

"Kö?-" You ask softly, gently reaching up to have him look at you. Making his eyes meet yours as you used the gentle Nickname to ease him. His pale blue eyes now red with rage locking onto you making a trinkle of fear wash though only slightly.

"I need you to let them go, Please...Please" You begged softly, you already knew the two men would need serious medical attention after this as they where blue in the face and clearly moments from passing out from lack of oxygen as their movements slowed and began shaking.

...5 seconds passed

Then another ... 10 seconds passed

König closed his eyes finally and released the two men who collapsed to the ground like dolls, barely alive at this point. You signing in relief as two medics terrified grabbed the men to pull away to receive medical attention.

König however was still staring at you like he was looking you over silently and a feeling washed over you- Shame... You knew he saw it as well, as embarrassment of allowing yourself to be talked down to and your husband finding out in such a way, ate at you. König however grabbed your hand quickly and with as much gentleness as he could possibly muster as he lead you out of the office, no one would dare stop him anyways after the scene he just made.

He lead the two of you back to the base provided housing the two of you shared, He had been silent the whole walk there. It made your stomach do backflips as he lead you in first, you looking to him still waiting to hear something- Anything!

But instead he took off your medical clogs, and his own boots. Setting them to the side as he took your hand again and lead you upstairs. Tossing his sniper mask away somewhere along the way to your shared bedroom.

"...Kö?.." You say softly, But he doesn't stop. Instead walking both of you to the master bedroom and setting you on the bed. As he dug through the dresser, tossing things at random around as he seemed on a mission before your eyes.

"Felix?" You finally say, seeing how he stopped and looked back at you. Much to your surprise his eyes were soft, so very soft-

"Ja, mein Herz?" He said as softly as his gaze at you, reaching back in the drawer as he seemed to find exactly what he was looking for.

You open your mouth to speak- But unsure what to say. Shifting a bit uncomforbly as embarrassment still bubbled in your chest.

"I'm sorry.." You mumbled out, Unsure of what else to say. He closed his eyes, closing the drawer silently as he held the fabric in his hands calmly.

"Why are you apologizing?" He questioned softly, walking over to you as you looked down at your bare feet, seeing his shadow loom over you.

"Better question is why you let them insult you.. Why?" Your silence followed for a few seconds before it felt like a dam burst through you.

"I.. I.. I thought in some way.. they were right" You finally let the words fumble from your lips- Still not meeting your husband's gaze as tears began to roll down your cheeks trying to wipe them with the best of your abilties.

"It's hard.. It's so hard sometimes to act like they don't effect me- It's just I know I'm not tiny or- what people assume- I just, All the talks of you and supposed brothels-s and I-Im not the little fit girls who stare up at you- I thought I'd be used to it- I-I just feel like I- it was like they w-were the voice in the back of my head"

Tears continued to roll down your cheeks as you sobbed- unsure of what pent up emotion brought this on, Maybe it was the late nights on missions- or the whispers of nurses talking about how a lot of soilder would go rush to brothels to get away from their wives- How they all had in some way a inkling of desire for your husband either for power, his size or even just because they thought they could.

It just had all had slammed into you at once as you cried sitting there on the bed, König staring down at you as you let it all out.

He down settling on his knees before you. Beginning to wipe your tears with his hands as you sniffled and tried to stop your tears. Caressing your flushes cheeks as he stared at you, only love in his eyes as he kissed your forehead softly.

"(Y/N), What silly silly thoughts you have my Darling Wife.. Thinking id run chasing crusty little skirts and fowl smelling panties when I have the prettiest wife on earth?" He said with a soft smile.

A smile went over your lips slowly as you sniffled and let a giggle leave you. "Dont be rude Felix" You manage out as you smile at your husband- He tsk dismissively.

"Its True Perle! You are the most darling women in the world, If you think I'd run in such petty things- Clearly I have not shown you how much he you mean to me"

He held your hands close, kissing them as he stared at you.

"You are and will always be the only women for me. I'll do anything for you- Ill never dishonor you. You are most precious to me" He said softly, watching the way your eyes shone as a smile crept over your lips. Much happier tears now in your eyes making him smile as he kissed your cheeks once more.

"Cry baby..." He said softly earning a giggle from you and the softest tap to his outer thigh with your foot. König leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss, his hands unwrapping from your own as he held your cheek with one as another wrapped around your hip to pull you close.

You hadn't even noticed till you felt yourself being tilted back and your back hitting the back of the mattress. König pulling back from the kiss to properly move up towards you.

His massive form now shadowing you as he leaned over you.

"Felix?" You Squeak out as you looked up to your husband taking off the top of his uniform with a grin as he stared down at you like you were his last meal and he was a starved man- reaching his hands under your scrubs starting to slide them up feeling your soft skin underneath with a damn near giddy gleam.

"Now My Darling Dove, allow me to show truly how much I adore you and your body in every way~"

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