#hope you had fun in your trip ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

[kainuhsblog]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ where were you ?

prompt it's well into the day/evening and you/piwon haven't responded to an invite to hang out

pairing various!piwon x fem!reader

genre bf!piwon, husband!piwon, whatever you want them to be!piwon

warnings light mode, some sort of worrying from both ends, ignored messages, mentions of food, sho's own is shorter but i feel like he'd get to the point quicker so i'm sorry sho stans, i head cannon'd the tropes for them but they can be whatever you want fr

a/n hi! my promised p1harmony content is here ! one of two actually. the other one is a secret.😉 i had fun writing these, and idk they might seem a bit ooc but let me know. as always, requests are open! hope you enjoy����

want more piwon from me ? click my other post ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ i should scold you ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ right here !

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Yoon Keeho

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Taeyang

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Choi Jiung

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Hwang Intak

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Haku Shota

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Kim Jongseob

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Bonus: My Head cannons

Yoon Keeho ⤷Best Friends; bi-weekly shopping trips, always getting takeout, and loves teasing you. you're the younger sister he never had basically. keeho's the friend you can go to for literally anything, and you try to be that person for him as well. especially since you both find shopping to be therapeutic.

Choi Taeyang ⤷Childhood Friends; Met each other in 2nd grade, and you've been inseparable ever since. you know his entire family and he knows yours. your moms became besties because you guys are. they always ship you guys as well. such silly moms, hahaha

Choi Jiung ⤷Friends ... to lovers? you and jiung have been tiptoeing around each other since the sun hung up in the sky two years ago. one day you decided to just start pursuing him, so your advances are laid on really thick. i don't think he knows you're serious though ... you've always been a flirt

Hwang Intak ⤷Mutual Pining; it's no secret to the two of you that you're both helplessly in love with each other. you had asked him to hang out with intentions of it being a date ... thankfully he thought the same thing.

Haku Shota ⤷Best Friends; you two are the friends who love to go on random adventures together. shota's always down to travel with you, and you're always willing to follow him anywhere. he's always a joy to be around, so you tend to spoil him a bit too much.

Kim Jongseob ⤷Strangers to Friends to ?? you and jongseob met at a cafe about a year ago, and as a self proclaimed food critic, you both agreed on the fact that the pastries at that cafe were straight dog water. after talking for a bit, you exchanged contact info with him so you guys can hang out and criticize more cafes. somewhere along the way, he started to fall for you ... but you don't notice any advances from the guy. poor seobie

[yuukimiyas]

chloe !!! hihi, i hope your saturday is going well <3 i want to ask you if you were going on a romantic getaway with your faves, where would you go? c:

hiii lovely lotus!! (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡ i apologize for getting to this a day late :< but im happy to report that my sat was nice & i had a lot of fun!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ ooo this is a precious q!! hmmmm well i am a bit of a city girl & adore the hustle & bustle of most (if not all) major cities around the world!! but i have a few faves that prefer a more laid back atmosphere!!

reo loves traveling w me & knows i prefer downtown life so we tend to fly to NYC a lot!! he’s also a big fan of the beach on vacays so we’re often visiting the south of france to cities like Nice & even out by monte carlo ໒꒰ྀིㅅ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა the scenery is so lovely in both locations!!

kenyū & i are true romantics at heart & try to live an easy & more laidback life ૮꒰っ´༥'ς꒱ paris is always a fan fave bw us!! we adore taking walks along the streets & looking at the passing vendors selling art & books & spending time by the eiffel tower at sunset, just when all of the lights are starting to turn on & sparkle - ̗̀( ˶'ᵕ'˶) ̖́- it rlly is such a magnificent site!!

kaeya & i ofc spend our fair share of time in the heart of Mondstadt at the knights headquarters & an awful lot of time at the dawn winery hehee ꒰ ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ so we like to travel to other nations like sumeru & natlan!! its such a dif atmosphere for us both & we love learning ab new things!! esp the foods & customs of each nation!! <33

now shinya & i tend to get away from the city life & tend to navigate towards quieter places ( ᎔˘꒳˘᎔) so def more cozy towns & places like amsterdam & even seattle if we make a trip to the states!! we do lots of reading & spend lots of quality time together since wrk at the bureau can be so taxing & makes our schedules difficult to match up sometimes (*>ω<*) but dw bc we ALWAYS make enough time for each other <33

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა hehee im gigglin & kickin my feet at this cute selfship q!! tysm for stopping by my love!! mwah!!

[djarinova]

sweetest em !! i hope life and the world and everything in it has been treating u well tehe <33

i am appearing like a little stray cat at your doorstep to ask about a mr mandalorian... please tell the great story of how u and din met + any cute hcs u would like to share ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i wanna know more abt u guys !!

ahhh ada!!! 🫶 thank you much much for the well wishes tehehe i appreciate them very much <3 sending you hugs rn

i am petting your stray cat form and granting your wishes because i very much want to gushhhh about my most beloved husband<3 and i thank you for this opportunity (it's a long one folks so buckle up<3)

okay so, i was working in a small cantina on the outskirts of the town i lived in (i have no specific place names atm bec i have not delved that far into my specific lore yet tehe). it was not the roughest pub in the neighborhood but it was rough enough that when din came in looking to collect a bounty quite a few people looked uncomfortable (almost like they thought it couldve been a bounty for them). the guy din was looking for was sat right up at the counter closest to me and as soon as din got close and disclosed his business and said that he was going to bring the guy in I could tell there was going to be fight. somehow i end up twigging it exactly at the right time and i jumped down onto the floor just a blaster fired toward the shelves behind me. it was a rather intense 10 minutes and then suddenly the two men were gone. which i felt weirdly sad about for some reason... but before i could really figure out why i felt like that my boss was yelling at me to clean up the broken glass, as if it was my fault.... and i said to myself right then that there was just no way i could work there anymore. so i quit haha. and that was how we, well..maybe not "met" as we didnt really say a word to eachother but that was the first time we ever saw eachother.

our entire relationship is very very slow burn though. it was almost 8 weeks after the bar incident until i saw him again and then a further couple of months until we had a steady friendship and even at that point i still hadnt seen the razor crest, let alone live on it...

i can definitely give you some cute hcs tehehe, lets bullet point them real quick

1) he brings me something every single time he comes back from a bounty collection or a trip somewhere (gifts ranging from a rock he thought I'd like to a plant I'd been asking about to a bracelet or necklace to a bunch of flowers)

2) he was the one to confess to me first. I was always scared that I'd misread his feelings or that i was only seeing what i wanted to see, and it wouldve taken me a long long time to finally get the courage to tell him how i felt (although it still took a long long time because HE was also worried about misreading me and making me uncomfortable ahdjdkdk)

3) we sit together every morning that we're together and have breakfast (although breakfast is a bit generous as he usually doesn't eat and im much too tired for food so i just grab a hot drink and sit close to him)

4) we had a lot of very serious conversations fairly early on in our relationship (before he'd even fully taken his helmet off in front of me) because we both wanted to be as clear as we could with our intentions and avoid any miscommunications that might have lead to regret (i especially wanted to make sure he never felt any pressure from me in regards to seeing his face, i wanted him to know that i was happy to wait as long as i needed to)

5) his favourite petname for me (besides beloved of course) is moonlight 🥺 he called me his moonlight one evening when we were laying together and i swear i almost died! it was so cute:(

this was TOO fun 🥺 thank you for letting me talk about my wonderful husband <3

[quibllyfish]

imagine taking beel to miniso

꒰﹒🌐﹕Obey Me Beelzebub x Gn!Reader Minific. . . !

﹕fluffy little drabble about an anniversary present, short and sweet.

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა：❝—Hello hello!! This is one of my first fics, so please be nice! I dont know much about Miniso (there’s not one close enough for me to go to), so I’m going to have to reference what I can find from google reviews and their website & go in blind… I'm sorry if it doesnt turn out to be accurate!! ꒱ . . ♡

⎯⎯・⎯⎯・༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺・⎯⎯・⎯⎯

When you told Beelzebub about how much you missed ‘Miniso’, he was secretly hoping it would be some kind of restaurant— or a candy store, or maybe an ice cream shop… Mmm, ice cream sounded good right about- Gaahh! Stop! He needed to keep his head in the game. 

It was only later when he did some digging did he find out it was, indeed, some sort of human trinket shop. Stocked full of lunch boxes, office supplies, and cute plushies (which he internally reminded himself, looked like tasty marshmallows, but were NOT for eating; as sternly stated by Y/N when he tried to take a bite out of one of their own).

For several weeks he mulled over locations, prices, dates you both were free—your anniversary of coming to the Devildom was swiftly approaching, and while you both had plans to visit several food locations that day… It was weird, but Beel wanted to do something special that he knew would make you smile. After a bit of convincing and a few compromises, Diavolo and Lucifer signed off on him taking you to the human realm for a trip to Miniso. 

⎯⎯・⎯⎯・༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺・⎯⎯・⎯⎯

You gripped the avatar of gluttony’s hand, thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on his fingers. The members of The House of Lamentation sat in the living room and reminisced over fond memories they had with you; all of the attention you had got today made you feel warm and fuzzy! This was your home. They were your home.

“Remember when Y/N cooked Christmas dinner?” Beelzebub’s voice, followed by the others’ gleeful prattling, sounded far away as your gratefulness for your new life started to set in. You were the happiest you had ever been—life was silly when you thought about how a bunch of demons could make it so much more meaningful.

The day of your transfer student anniversary had been everything you could’ve asked for; time well spent bonding with the brothers, adventures in the streets of the Devildom, being showered with gifts of tasty treats, clothes, and jewelry. It was already perfect, which was why your heart fluttered with curiosity (and a touch of fear) when Beelzebub pulled you aside and said he had saved the best gift for last. Your eyes flickered to the other brothers, then to Lucifer, who nodded as an unusual and knowing smile grew on his lips. As if to usher you to go indulge in your own antics.

This was going to be interesting. You braced yourself internally.

⎯⎯・⎯⎯・༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺・⎯⎯・⎯⎯

And with that, Beel whisked you away to a designated magic seal. Your excitement and confusion made the whole walk seem like a blur—Like your breathing had been hitched for the entire trip to your home realm. Nevertheless, you ended up outside a familiar looking store in… A mall? Your gaze darted around your surroundings, vaguely disoriented as you tried to take all the unfamiliar sensory in.

“Wow—I, just,” You were completely flabbergasted, “I don't even know what to say!”

Your reaction made the demon’s stomach feel uneasy. He frowned, “Do you not like it?” Beel fidgeted with his sleeves, nervous he had done the whole ‘meaningful gift’ gesture all wrong, “We dont have to go here… I mean- I want you to have fun. You deserve-”

All of the sudden, Beel was cut off and pulled into a tight hug by his much smaller human friend. You buried your face into his chest, letting out an excited squeal. 

“Are you kidding me,” Your gleaming eyes met his own, a grin adorning your face, “You’re the best—this is the best!” Beelzebub felt his cheeks flush red; he completely and utterly adored you. 

The next hour was spent ogling at adorable toys, cutlery, stickers, and stuffed animals. Even though Beel told you you didn't have to, you insisted on buying a present for each of the brothers. His gift was a water bottle and a matching double layered bento box set (which he wouldn't outwardly admit that he was delighted about, but you knew he was anyways.).

Although you would treasure the gifts you found in Miniso, your most cherished prize was the demons that awaited you at home.

[joyfulpocketninja]

hi! what store in Japan did you buy your merch? ty! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

My friend and I went to a lot of different stores but based in my posts on here you probably came across my K-Books adventure! Can't remember which one had a map, but hopefully this helps you. The games one is where I was able to get the secondhand Show By Rock merch that wasn't at the Sanrio anistore. And we stumbled upon the Otomate storefront while near the Sanrio anistore.

Anon, are you planning on a trip? If so, I hope you have fun and good luck on your merch hunt!

[yoselin-uyu]

YEAH !!! DOUBLE BIRTHDAY BIGGER PARTY !!! GOSH THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS DRAWING !!! SEEING THEM ALL TOGETHER IS SO LOVELY !!

LOOK AT THEM, THEY ARE SO—༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

The poses, joseph looks so cool like that !! Joshua my girl how beautiful are you !! JOSLYN beloved how much i love her (･ัω･ั)♡

Your artstyle is always so cute and sweet, thanks so much for making time to do such a wonderfull drawing, i really love and appreciate all your support, this and every day, thank you (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

Happy Birthday to Bennet twins and Belated Happy Birthday to Joslyn of @yoselin-uyu and @lisindrw

I didn't know their birthdays are just besides each other (O°O) hope you had a wonderful day!

[soleilnomoon]

hiiii!! first of all I hope you’re doing good and resting a lot! secondly I adore your writings, your style is so good and since I love reading whatever your write I wanted to request a Zoro x F!reader (if you feel comfortable!) where the reader is part of the crew and beside being a great fighter is an exceptional singer, and Zoro has always had a soft spot for her but lately that has blossomed into a gut wrenching crush (reciprocated unbeknownst to him) and he’s particularly obsessed with her voice, believing she sounds like an angel, his mind tho wanders and sometimes thinks about less pure things, like how that voice would sound in a very different context, so one night after she sang for the crew before bed he just can’t stop himself and kisses her and the tension among them explodes, it’s your choice to decide how much NSFW you want to include, I will love it regardless. have a wonderful day 🫶🏻

hi angel ♡૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა♡ i am definitely trying to rest haha, thank you; make sure you're resting too! i also hope you're doing well 💕 i am so happy you enjoy my writing, and i also liked this request a lot so thank you! i tried not to make it too long, but it's zoro, yk, he's a mess.

2.5k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; there's fluff if you consider zoro not choking her as fluff, a tiny bit of angst, and smut obvy; feat. fingering, oral (m receiving), alcohol, fun stuff like mutual pining and whatnot; reader is a singer in this fic; my islander roots are showing, i wrote abt the heat again.

the air is stale, unbearable — the humidity absolutely infuriating, turning your skin sticky. when your crew stumbled upon the abandoned village, you never imagined the heat to trap you like this. normally, you can tolerate it, but for some reason you just can’t right now. you fan yourself tirelessly, waiting alongside nami and chopper as the others go to fetch water. 

your companions complain about the heat, both equally as miserable as you are, even as you sit in an empty house, away from any direct contact from the sun. you know you should preserve your energy, but a distraction might be what you all need. 

with your eyes closed, you steady your breath, the corners of your lips curling upward as you start to sing. it’s nothing complicated, the words are simple, a little melancholic — something you’ve hummed to yourself over the past few days — but it forces nami to scoot closer, and chopper to hop onto your lap to listen better. the dryness in your throat turns your pitch a little lower, tone raspier; your voice echoes around the room, tumbling out of the open windows, whirling around the street.

what should have been a fifteen minute trip, turns into a thirty minute one when luffy accidentally drops most of the water they collected — since he insisted on carrying it. zoro knew it was a bad idea, but he was so determined to get back that he hadn’t thought it through carefully. he waves off luffy’s half-assed apologies, walking back with the rest of the crew, senses sharp even as he jokes around with them. as they approach the village, your voice finds him first — curls delicately around his throat, choking him harder with each step he takes. 

maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the fact that missed the initial part of your performance, but rather than head inside of the house like the others, he hovers by the open window, opting to listen without the prying eyes of everyone else. he’s always been fond — more than fond, actually — of your singing, much more than he’s ever openly admitted. the vulnerability that accompanies that sort of confession is wholly too intimate for him; so he swallows down the urge, lets it fester until he can’t handle it anymore.

he’s at his breaking point and knows that somehow he’ll need to find a way to remedy this before it gets out of hand.

you open your eyes and smile sheepishly when your crew mates give you a round of applause; their words of encouragement warm you significantly, and when they pass around the water, you take a healthy sip from your glass.

perceptive as ever, you notice zoro’s absence, but have a feeling that he’s not too far away. from all the time you’ve spent with your crew mates, you’ve more or less become in tune with them. and it could be that the way you feel about zoro is much different than the way you feel about the others, but you’re acutely aware of his presence even when you don’t see him right away. so when he finally does make it inside, no amount of water can properly cool you off.

your crew mates chatter around you, their voices practically background noise as you sip more of the water. after placing the jug down, zoro lifts his shirt and uses it to wipe his face, hating the way the climate of the island has them sequestered for a bit. your grip loosens and the glass slips from your hand, shattering on the hard floor on impact, water splashing on your sandaled feet. he looks over at you, frowning at your clumsiness — it’s not like you, and while robin and sanji help you take care of the shards of glass, you try your best to not let your mushy thoughts add to your misery.

swallowing hard, you wave away the thought that made you drop the glass in the first place; and if zoro were to ask you what happened, you’d openly blame him. it was the way he boldly had his abs on display, without a care in the world, as you did your best to quench the heat that spread through you. in hindsight, you really should have looked away, spared yourself the embarrassment, and just let your imagination do its job. but no. you were curious, and more than that, hopeful.

for what exactly, you don’t know.

the rest of the afternoon is spent in leisure; you all explore another area of the island, combing through the vegetation and gathering any edible vegetables and fruits and carrying them back to the ship that’s docked on the coast. because luffy is insistent, sanji prepares dinner on the beach — which leads to a bonfire, which leads to a small party of sorts. it lasts a few hours, and you all pile back onto the sunny, sleepy and content. it’s brook who encourages you to sing another song, opting to bring out a guitar to accompany you.

silence descends on the deck as you sing another song for them — something sweet and light, but still manages to captivate them all the same. zoro included. he hangs on to every note, every change in pitch and tone, can tell that after spending the day in the heat, your voice is much breathier — sultry, even. he reminds himself that there’s nothing inherently sexual about the way you sing, but he thinks about what it would be like to hear you hit the same kinds of notes, in a more private, intimate setting. 

the thoughts plague him as you continue singing, so much that he paces a bit off to the side, hoping to burn off the excess energy that’s building up inside of him. a few minutes later, you finish the song and your crew mates head off to their respective beds — as if you sang them a lullaby and placed them under your spell. when you look around the deck, zoro is nowhere in sight; you walk around in search of him, and see that a dim light is on in the kitchen. you figure he probably went to get another drink, and since you’re not exactly tired, you decide to join him.

the whiskey burns, but still can’t shake the way your singing haunts him — infiltrating his thoughts at all hours of the day, distracting him even when you fight alongside each other in battle, it’s all very obnoxious and unnecessary. he’s so enmeshed in his pity-party, that he hardly notices your presence until your arm touches his. 

“you’re getting better at that,” he says cheekily before pouring another glass of whiskey.

it’s not often that zoro compliments people, so you take his words seriously and cherish them. “thanks, i learn from the best.” best meaning him, obviously. not one to care about having his ego stroked by simple, sentimental statements, for some reason he’s taken aback by your words. he doesn’t even fight you when you pluck the glass out of his hand and drink deeply from it, savoring the taste of the drink, sparking a different kind of heat that envelopes you entirely.

the way he looks at you makes you finish the drink quickly, enjoying the burn and the way it brings a light dizziness over you. after learning your lesson from earlier, you place the empty glass on the counter away from your clumsy hands and scatterbrained thoughts. zoro’s eye tracks your movements, watches the way you keep playing with your hair, a nervous habit that you can’t seem to break no matter how many times you try. several words rush up the back of your throat, ready to spill and stomp all over any residual silence in the room, but, as usual, zoro acts on instinct.

he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip — once, then twice — a maddening effect that depletes all of your self-preservation.

your lips part just as he kisses you, something he’s been meaning to do for a long, long time. he’s a selfish bastard, he knows that, but he can’t help but think that you’ll allow him this one moment to be a tiny bit greedy with you. his tongue slips into your mouth candidly, caressing your tongue, a mixture of whiskey and something sweet — a pleasant surprise, one that has him kissing you again. and again. and again. arms wrapped around his neck, you return each of his kisses; ardent and a little impetuous. 

his imagination pales in comparison, clearly; all those nights where he dreamed of holding you, of tasting you in this way — it’s a much more vibrant, impossibly erotic feeling. pressing your body against his, the softness obliterating the rest of his resolve, giving way to the insatiable beast that he keeps chained deep inside of him. you’ve seen glimpses of it before, so it’s unsurprising when his hands roam around, coast along your curves, and grab onto your ass. a small squeal leaves your mouth, as he leaves behind a playful kiss, his lips trailing along your jaw and landing on the side of your neck. your hips roll forward and you feel his hardened length through his pants. 

a switch flips in your head, you work quickly and unfasten his pants, hand wrapping around his thick cock, twisting as you stroke him repeatedly, enjoying the moans that tumble out of his mouth and into yours as he gives you heated tongue kisses. your hand is soft around him — much different than the roughness of his — a welcomed change, one that his him craving more and more of you. it’s you who breaks the kiss again, you who gets on their knees, and you who runs your tongue flat against his cock from the base to the tip. pre-cum spills from his slit, you swipe your tongue at it, enjoying the slightly salty taste before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock.

running a hand down his face, zoro inhales deeply through his nostrils, trying to remember the last time he was this weak against the hands of another. your mouth and tongue make for a dangerous combination, coupled with the whiskey making you bolder than normal, if he’s not careful, he might fall deeper under your spell. which is all as well, he’s got you under his thumb, especially with the way his hips push forward as you open your mouth and make room for his cock. while he respects your talent as an artist, and knows that your throat is important — it’s delicate and hard-working — the way your mouth fits snugly around his girth, the way you seem so eager to take more of him, it has him acting brutish. zoro grabs a fistful of your hair, groaning quietly as he holds you steady and fucks your mouth. 

slackening your jaw, you make sure to keep your teeth away as his cock slides in and out of your mouth with fervor; you can feel your arousal get the best of you as you squeeze your thighs together, your hands grabbing onto his legs to keep from falling over. he manages to shake away some of the lustful haze that took over his mind and pulls his cock out of your mouth; saliva drips down your chin, coats the length of his cock, and you inhale large gulps of air, attempting to regulate your breathing as your heart sputters, making your pulse erratic. he has the decency to look apologetic, even when he yanks you up by the arm, mouth finding yours again, placing a tender kiss against your lips.

before long, you find yourself sitting on top of the counter, shorts tugged off, panties practically in shreds thanks to that brute of a swordsman who happens to be dropping open-mouthed kisses down your throat as his thick fingers plunge in and out of your cunt, your core aching terribly as you buck your hips against his hand, mouth falling open as you moan his name loudly. he’s much too far gone to tell you to keep quiet, and you’re completely in a daze, not bothering with logic as it currently has no place in your life. not when zoro’s fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you appropriately, his tongue flicking against your skin, making your pitch shift again, letting out throaty moans as you beg him to fuck you properly.

because he simply can’t be bothered with teasing you for a prolonged period of time, zoro obliges — for both of your sake — tapping his cock against your pussy; you flinch at the sensation and he chuckles darkly, admiring your patience as he pushes his cock inside of you slowly. you wrap your legs around him, and he takes that as encouragement as he thrusts into you once, burying his cock to the hilt. the way you call out his name is enough to give him a sugar rush; your pussy clenches around him appreciatively, hips knocking against yours, your slick wetness coating the length of his cock. if he was the romantic type, he’d whisper sweet things in your ears, instead of the filthy words that he considers praise — that has you recklessly bucking your hips against his, pussy squelching loudly as his thrusts get harder.

sanji will likely have both of your heads for desecrating his kitchen like that, but zoro is beyond caring, and your thoughts, unfortunately, mirror his. maybe you’ll feel bad about it in the morning, but for now, you’re much too focused on the way he angles his hips to power into you, your toes curling as you cry out, voice hoarse as you chant keep going and don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. so when he bites your bottom lip and slams into you fervently, a flash of white passes over you, momentarily stealing your vision as an orgasm powers through you. he didn’t expect you to fall apart like this, but he’s far from complaining; in fact, he’s overly enjoying himself, and the way your pussy can’t seem to stop squeezing around him, your warm, plush walls pushing him over the edge as his thrusts get faster and his strokes get shorter. 

you bite his neck and that’s all it takes to have him grabbing your hips firmly as he cums unexpectedly, fully unprepared for that level of treachery from you. he should’ve known, though, anyone with a voice that hypnotic is bound to be trouble. cum spills down your thighs, although you’re more preoccupied with catching your breath again to care about the mess. 

if he ever has to confess, he’ll definitely say that you sounded just as lovely as you did when you were singing earlier. but he won’t say that, not now, anyway — because, then he’d have to admit to other things and he’s not quite ready for that yet. instead, he presses his forehead against yours, hoping to just savor this moment a little longer before returning to reality and dealing with his impulsive whims.

[gretavandutchy]

okay okay i thought of a request (｡• ᵕ •｡)♡ could you write a jake friends to lovers fic where you go on a camping trip (you can include the guys if you want) & it's actually the first time the reader ever goes camping, maybe it's an excuse for jake to be around them more??

anyway please feel free to change my request any way you want tbh i'm just in the mood for a camping fic, i really want to go out and see nature in the summer lol (●´∀｀)thank you so much! i'm so excited to read it

i had so much fun with this! i hope you like it, because i think i'm in love with it

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{jake kiszka x gn!reader}

word count: 4.9k

warnings: language, alcohol, one mention of nudity

Summer was by far the best time of the year. Hot days followed by warm nights, and not a single spare moment was spent alone. It was the one season when you were content to spend all of your free time outdoors, especially with your best friends—they tried their hardest to get you to join in on their shenanigans during the colder months, but you always joked you weren’t built for the colder weather. They liked to joke that that was preposterous, how could you not be made for the cold living in Michigan?

Despite all of their teasing, over the years they’d come to accept the fact that you were much more likely to spend late summer nights around a bonfire than you ever were to hit the biggest hill in town for a night of sledding. Jake Kiszka, your partner in crime, usually was the one to defend you whenever his brothers tried to gang up on you. They also liked to joke at his expense, calling him your knight in shining armor—or snow pants, when it came to your repulsion to the icy powder.

For once, though, even Jake was left speechless. He, and both of his brothers, and even Danny were all staring at you incredulously as the words left your lips, “I don’t know, guys, I’ve never been camping before.”

The night had started out like any other. Josh rallied the gang together for a bonfire, claiming an urgent need to decompress after a long week spent working. You weren’t sure how hard writing an album was, though you didn’t doubt the effort that went into their craft, but you were certain it was nowhere near as grueling as their time spent out on the road. Really, Josh just wanted an excuse to get hammered and light shit on fire, and you all were a bit too eager to join in.

You’d agreed happily, earning a cheer from the whole gang, and from there you’d finished out your week at work before hitting the corner store to stock up on drinks. They’d all thanked you with kisses to your cheeks and dramatic performances of gratitude when you’d arrived with plenty of beer and more than enough bottles to knock a whole city block on their asses. Half of it would end up in the dirt, anyways, or doused over something flammable to make it even more flammable.

Beers were cracked open, drinks were poured into plastic cups, and the fire was lit in a rather explosive lick of flames due to Josh’s insistence that an accelerant was necessary for the already dried-out wood. He’d laughed maniacally despite the fact that he’d nearly singed his eyebrows clean off, and maybe you all had been a little too willing to laugh right along with him. It was just the way things always were.

After the exciting start, things were rather chill as you all flopped into lawn chairs around the crackling fire and began to work your way toward a drunken stupor. Jake had his guitar, strumming idly before passing it off to Danny who plucked his own tunes leisurely, and Sam and Josh took turns singing silly renditions of campfire songs. You were happy to just take it all in, relaxing into your seat and soaking up the heat of the fire as the sun crept beneath the horizon and the heat of the day began to fade.

Plus, your silence gave you the opportunity to slink into the background and simply admire them all. They were your best friends, your found family, and the sappy part of you always grew all warm and fuzzy in the moments like those. The moments where they were happy and carefree, eager to have a good time with no responsibilities or pressure to be perfect hanging over them.

Admiring Jake had always been a little different, though. You had always been closest with him out of all of the guys, and somewhere along the way, your appreciation of him had shifted from platonic to something else. Of course, you weren’t blind. You’d always found him to be attractive, but your admiration for him wasn’t so surface level.

It was fueled by years of knowing him, years of loving him, and sharing your deepest secrets with him. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him… except for that, you supposed. He didn’t know that sometimes your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you. He didn’t know that sometimes you dreamt of him kissing you, touching you, loving you in a way that was entirely not friendly. He didn’t know that you thought about it when you were awake, too.

You must have gotten a little too caught up in all the staring because you were brought out of your thoughts by Sam clapping his hands right in front of your face. “You’re drooling,” he taunted, and he cackled when you immediately brought a hand to your chin in horror, “I can’t believe you fell for that! Does someone have a crush on Jakey?”

“Leave her alone.” Jake groaned, at the same moment that you rambled an excuse that you were totally spaced out thinking about the leftover pasta sitting in your fridge. You were thankful the guys all seemed to listen to him rather than you because the shitty excuse had you cringing in shame.

You sucked down the drink in your hand as a distraction, a lame attempt to stop them all from seeing the way your lips pursed and nose scrunched up in embarrassment. It would have been nice to say that hadn’t happened before, but it would have been a lie. It happened often, and you were more than amazed that Jake hadn’t caught on because you were fairly certain everyone else was well aware you had a major staring problem when it came to him. Sam’s smirk of amusement only served to make your stomach lurch, his eyes twinkling in the firelight as he dropped back into his seat with a proud sigh.

It was a conscious effort on your part to pay attention from that moment on, avoiding looking at your best friend in a vain attempt to keep your mind from wandering. Danny informed you that they’d all been discussing a potential camping trip to the lake the following weekend, and that was what led you to now. That was what led you to inform them you’d never been camping, hesitant to join in on a weekend in the wilderness with the men you knew were rather wild when let loose.

That was what led them all to stare at you like you were an alien, Sam spluttering indignantly as if he couldn’t fathom such a thing were even possible. “Never?” Jake asked, furrowing his brows in the adorable way that always made you smile, “Not even in your backyard?”

“Nope!” you shrugged, offering a sheepish grin as they all scoffed. “My parents didn’t do stuff like that when I was a kid, and I never saw the point when I was old enough to go alone. It seems creepy sleeping outside all by myself.”

Josh, of course, launched into a rambling rant, “Creepy? It’s about connecting with nature, (Y/N), you’ve gotta go out there and let your spirit become one with the Earth—“

Sam groaned, “Yeah, we get it, you’d fuck a hole in the dirt if you could—“

The two siblings tapped out of the conversation in a raucous mess of flailing limbs and shouts, Josh lunging at his little brother who cackled wildly. Your breath hitched as they drunkenly stumbled a little too close for comfort to the fire, but luckily they redirected themselves and wrestled their way across the yard. Danny heaved a sigh, ceasing the aimless way he’d been plucking at the guitar strings as he stood and followed after them with a sort of disappointment that a mother hen could experience.

“I could have sworn you’d gone with us before,” Jake mumbled, and your eyes were drawn back to him to find that his brows were furrowed deeply in thought and his fingers were scratching at his chin, “I really thought you’d at least gone with us on a family trip when we were kids or something.”

Shrugging again, you replied, “Never. You invited me a bunch of times but I always had an excuse because it kind of scared me as a kid. I think it still does, at least a little.”

It was true. There was just something about the idea of camping that made your skin crawl and your hands grow a little clammy. You weren’t sure if it was a childlike fear of the dark, or just your mind conjuring up boogeymen like some sort of horror movie, but the idea of sleeping in what was essentially a bag in the middle of the wilderness made your heart race. Ideas of men in masks coming to kill you flashed behind your eyes, and already you were thinking up excuses.

Jake’s brown eyes widened in a very convincing pleading gaze, his hand falling from his chin to your knee as he promised, “There’s nothing to be scared of. We’ll all be right there with you, and you can sleep in my tent if you really don’t want to be alone.”

“I don’t know, Jake,” you hesitated, and you weren’t sure if your heart was racing over your childish fears or the way his fingers squeezed your bare leg, “I don’t even know what I have going on next weekend.”

He pouted, and you laughed when he clasped his fingers beneath his chin and theatrically begged, “Come on, just think of it as a sleepover—we haven’t done that since we were kids!” At the sight of your wavering reluctance, he continued, “I know you don’t have plans next weekend, so don’t even try and use that excuse.”

Groaning, you relented if only slightly as you sighed, “I’ll think about it, okay? I know it’s ridiculous to be freaked out over camping, but I am.”

You watched as he pondered your half answer, brown eyes flickering across your features wildly before he eventually resigned to a content smile. There was something there in his eyes, a mischievous little sparkle that made your belly clench, but his words contrasted it as he agreed, “Okay, I’ll take that for now.” If his smirk told you anything at all, it was that he wouldn’t be content to accept that answer for very long.

The following evening you returned home from running errands to find Jake’s car parked in your driveway, and you thought nothing of it. He had a key to your house, something that was originally only given to him for safekeeping after you’d lost your spare key for the third time, but eventually had just become his own. He came and went often without a word, and the number of times you’d been scared by his unexpected presence in your house was astounding.

One time you’d gotten out of the shower and went to get a drink completely naked, as you often did in your own home, only to find him sitting on your sofa with wide eyes and a blush on his cheeks that lasted for hours. You’d screamed in terror, snatching a throw pillow off of the loveseat in a shitty attempt to cover at least some of your body, and the noise had seemingly startled him out of his frozen state enough to have him covering his eyes with frantic apologies. Neither of you had spoken of it since, and you no longer walked around your house naked.

Your house was silent as you stumbled inside, the door left open as you struggled to carry two armfuls of groceries to your kitchen. Having seen his car, you’d left a few bags in the trunk of your car with the intentions of enlisting his help, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Jake?” you called out, peeking at the sofa where he usually sat only to find it barren of his presence, “Are you in here?”

There was no reply. You listened intently for any sound, but there was none. There was no creak of floorboards, or even a rustle in the house aside from the crinkling of your grocery bags as their contents settled on the floor of your kitchen. You let out a little groan as you realized you’d forced yourself to have to make two trips with groceries, and pouted the whole way back to your car. You glared at his vehicle for good measure, too.

You pondered the presence of his car the entire time you put away your groceries, wondering why it was there if he wasn’t in your house. He never left it without saying anything, mostly because he only ever left it when he was going to be out of town for an extended period of time. That made you frown, wondering if he’d left town without mentioning it.

He wouldn’t have done that, you reassured yourself. Maybe he’d just forgotten to text you before he left your house, and he’d be back any minute. The irony of the fact that Jake always told you when he was leaving his car, but never when he was coming over wasn’t lost on you. Part of you wondered if he simply enjoyed the thrill that came with scaring you out of your wits every time he popped in unexpectedly. Another part of you wondered if he might have been hoping to get an eyeful again, but you knew he wasn’t that type of person. He didn’t see you that way, anyways.

After putting away the last of your groceries, you paced toward your bedroom to change your clothes only to stop in your tracks. Your back door was open, the screen door rattling against the frame slightly as the breeze pulled at its hinges, and you stared at it in horror. Momentarily, your mind raced through a million scenarios of robberies gone wrong, serial killers, and masked men lurking in your house.

But, then Jake appeared on the porch and you scowled. He was grinning, excitedly pulling open the door and making his way toward you as you hissed, “You scared the fuck out of me, asshole. I thought someone broke in and was waiting to jump out of my closet and murder me or something!”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely paranoid?” he laughed, not even phased by the hostility in your tone as he stepped behind you and grabbed your shoulders to stop you from turning around. “I have a surprise for you.”

You tried not to shiver when his hands lightly covered your eyes, his chest pressing up to your back and his familiar scent washing over you and making your mind go a little fuzzy. He could have walked you off a cliff at that moment because you followed his lead without an ounce of hesitation. “If you make me fall I’ll cut the strings on your guitar.” you warned.

Teasingly, he bumped his chest into your back causing you to stumble before he caught you with an arm around your stomach. One hand was still covering your eyes, and you wondered if he could feel the way your belly tensed as his other palm rested flat over it to hold you steady. “Don’t make threats when you’re compromised, sweetheart.” he laughed, and you remained silent throughout the rest of the walk.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting the surprise to be, but you certainly hadn’t expected him to uncover your eyes and reveal a tent already pitched in your back yard and your fire pit already lit with two chairs beside it and a little pot hanging over the flames. Really, you should have expected it—after the oh so shocking reveal that you’d never been camping, and the way he’d too easily given in to your lame offer to think about going on the boys’ weekend trip, this was exactly the sort of thing you should have anticipated. It simultaneously warmed your heart and sent a chill down your spine.

“Jake…” you mumbled, staring at the tent with uncertainty, but he was quick to grab your hand and squeeze it with a reassuring smile.

He tugged you toward it slightly, and your eyes caught the faint blush that crept over his cheeks as he spoke, “Before you try and get out of this, I just thought that maybe you’d feel better about camping next weekend if you tried it before then. Just you and me, so you don’t have to worry about Sam trying to scare you in the middle of the night.”

“We’re right in your backyard, so if you really hate it we can go inside and I promise I’ll never bring it up again, but I really think you’ll love it if you just try.” He was beginning to ramble, the reddening of his cheeks deepening as he seemingly grew nervous with your lack of words, “I even brought the blanket you always steal from my room, and I brought a little lamp just in case you were freaked out by the dark—“

You squeezed his hand, smiling as you cut off his anxious drawl. “Thank you.” You murmured, “This is really sweet, Jake, I mean it. Can I at least use the bathroom inside, though? I really don’t want to go in my yard.”

He laughed loudly, releasing your hand as you began to poke around the quaint little setup he’d made in your yard. There was the tent, and a little mat outside the opening that made you smile, and you were surprised to see there was soup bubbling in the little pot over the fire. Resting on one of the chairs were two bowls and spoons, a thermos, and two little mugs. You grinned at the sight of the bottle of rum.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” he agreed, “If you come next weekend, though, you’re going to have to commit to a tree."

As the evening faded into night, the two of you sat around the crackling fire and talked about anything and everything. You were warm from the soup, and growing hot as the two of you drank the hot chocolate from the thermos and spiked it with the rum. Jake told you stories from all the camping trips he’d been on, cracking you up with tales of Sam scaring Josh as kids so badly that he peed his pants.

There were stories about writing songs around a campfire. There were even more about the guys pranking each other ruthlessly, and your favorite was definitely the one about Jake floating Sam’s waterproof bag onto the lake with all of his clothes inside of it. You were reduced to tears when he told you about the time a raccoon ransacked their campsite, and Danny had been convinced it was a bear and screamed like a little girl.

By the time you began to yawn, you had forgotten all about your anxiety. Maybe it was the liquid courage fueling your sudden ease, or maybe it was just Jake. You were pretty sure he had cracked the code by taking you camping for the first time just the two of you, even if it was only mere feet from your back door. You didn’t have any worries at all as he placed both of your mugs in the grass and stood to put out the fire, smoke and steam billowing into the air as he threw water over the mostly burned logs to douse the flames.

He held out a hand to help you out of your seat with a little smile, instructing, “Take your shoes off on the mat. It’s dry out here so it’s not a big deal, but when you’re really camping you don’t want to take your shoes in the tent. It gets muddy and it’s really annoying having dirt all inside your sleeping bag.”

You toed off your sandals with a giggle, “Good to know.”

Jake kicked off his boots with a chuckle of his own, bending down to unzip the tent before muttering through an embarrassed smile, “This tent is really meant for one person, so it’s pretty small. My other one was too big for your yard, though, but next weekend I’ll bring that so we won’t be so cramped.”

He wasn’t kidding about it being small. There was one sleeping bag completely unzipped and spread across the floor of the tent, the edges curling up along the wall slightly and two pillows squished together. If you had to guess, it was probably about the size of a twin bed, and suddenly you were anxious for an entirely different reason.

The knit blanket he’d mentioned earlier, the one that you always stole from him whenever you slept over at his place, was folded on top of the open-faced sleeping bag. Now, you and Jake were not strangers to sharing a bed. You’d been friends since you were little kids, and sleepovers were a big part of your friendship. But, there were some distinct differences.

For one, the two of you had never slept in a space so small that cuddling was a necessary occurrence rather than an option. An option you never took, for that matter, though on occasion you had woken up to an arm or a leg hanging over your body. The other thing? Well, all those instances of sharing a bed had been before you’d realized you had feelings for him that weren’t entirely platonic. That was before you’d fantasized about cuddling with him.

You made no mention of it as you crawled into the little space out of fear that your voice would show how nervous you were. It wasn’t until he’d crawled in beside you and zipped the tent shut that you realized you were still dressed in jeans and a buttoned shirt, and so was he. “Jake,” you whispered into the dark, “we forgot pajamas.”

“Yeah, I just realized that.” he grumbled, “Do you want to go inside and change?”

You weren’t really sure why you did it. It would have been so easy to just go inside and change, but a selfish part of you didn’t want to leave the little bubble inside the tent where it was just you and Jake, and no one and nothing else. So, you lied, “I don’t think I’ll want to come back if I go inside. Do you mind if I just take my pants off? I can sleep in my shirt.”

His voice was a little hoarse as he replied, and you swore you heard him swallow audibly, “That’s fine. Do you care if I do the same?” You repeated his affirmative, and your hands were shaking as the two of you wriggled around the confined space to shed clothing. You didn’t risk falling by crouching to remove your jeans, instead of lifting your hips and wiggling your pants until you could kick them off your ankles and stuff them into the far corner of the tent with your feet.

Your breathing was shallow and a little shaky as he laid back beside you again, and you tried not to make a sound when his arm crossed your body to spread the blanket over the both of you. He’d taken his shirt off too. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and held it in your hands as you rolled onto your side, facing him and only regretting your choices when his head rested on his own pillow and the tip of his nose brushed your own.

“Do you want me to turn the lamp on?” he whispered, and you shivered as his breath fanned over your lips that parted slightly to let out a shaky exhale.

He was so close. Neither of you were moving to cross that line and intentionally touch the other, but there was no avoiding the contact. His face was a fraction of an inch from yours, his arms brushing against your own as he tucked them to his chest much like you had. His knees were pressed to your legs, your toes touching under the blanket.

Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you whispered back, “No, I’m okay.”

The silence that washed over you both was thick, palpable even. You could feel him staring at you, even though you couldn’t really make out his features through the darkness, and you were certain he could feel you staring back. You were almost afraid to close your eyes and try to sleep, the unspoken tension of the moment holding you captive and waiting desperately for something. For what, exactly, you weren’t entirely sure.

You should have just gone inside and gotten clothes. Your heart was thumping violently against your ribcage, beating so hard and fast you swore you could feel your pulse in your temples. Was the tension all in your head? Were you imagining it, conjuring it much like you fantasized about a reality where Jake wasn’t just your best friend? Perhaps you were just seeing, or feeling rather, what you hoped would be.

Jake’s voice was soft and timid as he broke the silence. “(Y/N)?” he breathed, “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” you asked, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear just how hopeful you sounded. Your body was strung out with anticipation, the blood in your veins sparking to the very tips of your toes as you grew nervous and excited. Could he feel it too?

He took a few seconds to speak again, and he sounded like a scared little boy as he murmured, “I think I love you. Like, really love you. Not like a friend.”

The exhale you let out was ragged, a rather aggressive sound that split through the quiet of the night like a bullet. “I think I love you, too.” you replied, “I have for a while.”

Jake was the first to move following your confessions. There wasn’t much space left to breach, but it felt like he’d moved miles closer to you as his arm wrapped over your waist and pulled you right into his bare chest. Your fingers curled tighter into the blanket as your heart skipped a beat, every inch of your skin breaking out in goosebumps. In the back of your mind, you were dreading the moment that you’d wake up to realize it was all a dream, to realize that you had managed to fall asleep and none of this was real.

But, then his forehead pressed to yours and he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

There was no mistaking the feeling of his lips pressing to yours as anything but real. A dream could never be so vivid, so intense. You’d dreamed of a moment like this a thousand times, and none of your fantasies could hold a candle to the way your body came to life under his touch.

His lips were pillowy and soft, molding to yours tenderly in a hesitant peck that made your breath hitch. He pulled away for a fraction of a second before diving back for more, kissing you more firmly as he experimented with the new sensation. His lips moved slowly against yours before he lightly swept his tongue along the seam of your lips in a timid request to explore your affections more earnestly.

You sighed as you parted your lips for him, hands finally releasing the blanket you’d been clutching like a lifeline. One hand pressed to his chest, your own heart skipping as you felt the rapid, hard thump of his heart beating against his ribcage. The other reached up to twine your fingers into his hair, burying your fingers through the silky strands and scratching his scalp appreciatively when you finally tasted him.

Jake hummed a quiet noise of approval at the sensation, and the sound sent shivers down your spine as he finally pulled away to catch his breath. You both were breathing a little heavier, soft puffs of air fanning over your face as his nose nudged against yours sweetly. The tent didn’t feel cramped anymore, but rather cozy and comfortable. Your mind was at ease, the butterflies in your stomach no longer daunting. Instead, they filled you with a warm and fuzzy feeling that you hoped would never fade.

Maybe camping wasn’t so bad after all. You couldn’t imagine a better setting for the two of you to confess your feelings, only the faint light of the moon that seeped through the material of the tent illuminating his face. Maybe your eyes had simply adjusted to the low light, but you swore that he was glowing as he smiled at you bashfully. The subtle sway of the trees in the cool breeze was the only sound to be heard over the sound of your own breathing, and it was peaceful.

“So,” Jake finally rasped, “I hope this means you’ll come next weekend?”

You giggled, bumping your nose against his cheek playfully as you teased, “I don’t know, I think I could use a little more convincing.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” he chuckled, and you both were stifling giggles and excited smiles when he pressed his lips to yours all over again.

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